Thoughts surround my mind
grabbing my attention;
they want to fuck me
but I know their allure is fleeting.
They only seem beautiful from afar
but up close and stripped bare they reveal
their ugly character
their desire to only wound me
and keep me captive
in their bed of damaging desire.
Oh, that I could leave this place,
and rid myself of these memories
and their siren song
which leads my fragile mind
towards the sharp rocks of madness!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Shoot I’ll take your spot
Haha go for it!
A sad poem put in vivid imagery with powerful statements. Nicely done Franz
Thank you!!
Most welcome my friend
The game of love can feel like that! Great ending
Thank you! Banish those brain weasels! 😁
I'm with Demar, but I've got scruples, is the brothel high class.
Even middle class would do.
I’m like school in the summer: no class! 😁
The fancy thoughts are ready and waiting, but they’re gonna cost you!
Never been to a Brothel. But then I'm not to keen on Broth.
A fine Poem.
Hahaha, soup yourself! 😁
Thank you!
My Pleasure.
Very sharply worded
Thank you! ☺️
I have brothers... wonder why the spelling seems related since it definitely is NOT. Oh you rascal.
Aw, shucks! Thank you! 😁
Wow, Fränz, this really hit me. The mind as a brothel of thoughts and memories offering themselves seductively while ultimately seeking to wound and imprison is dark, visceral, and painfully relatable. That desperate desire simply to escape their siren song carries some serious weight. Powerful piece, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you sir!
a poignant and moving poem - hope you got/get closure...
Thank you so much!
You are welcome 🙏🏼
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