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 (
Online) - Published: August 11th, 2026 07:02
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
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!!
The game of love can feel like that! Great ending
Thank you! Banish those brain weasels! 😁
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