Cursed Nectar

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Nectar on my tongue,

And citrus stained fingers,

I stare into the void, and what stares back isn't human,

I can't get rid of it; this is my curse.

 

I stare at the fruit in my hands ; now somehow bigger than life itself,

I look at it with a crazed look in my eyes,

Any words I might've said drown in my throat,

I am painfully aware of how my conscience struggles to make sense of it .

 

The honeyed nectar dribbles down my mouth,

I realise a little too late that it's poisoned,

It's cursed and tainted,

Now I must suffer it's inevitable consequences.

 

Tell me, is it really worth it to swim in sorrows for eternity for a moment of tasting cursed nectar?

I suppose I can't really judge, for my mind has become one for the lunatics,

You get a taste of cursed nectar, and in exchange, they take your dignity and your sanity,

You will hear my maniacal laughter as they drag me away.

  • Author: Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2026 06:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not my best piece but I like the absurdity of it. Enjoy 🙃🎀
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  • Friendship

    Nicely done. Your poem explores the duality of pleasure and pain, particularly in the context of temptation and its consequences.

  • sorenbarrett

    Nectar comes in many forms sometimes it is poisoned by the betrayal of a relationship the temptation to take what is not yours a lie and all result eventually in the same illness of insanity. Nicely done



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