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.
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Author:
Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not my best piece but I like the absurdity of it. Enjoy 🙃🎀
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Nicely done. Your poem explores the duality of pleasure and pain, particularly in the context of temptation and its consequences.
Thank you so much it means a lot 💗💗
You're welcome
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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