(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #26.)
when I was born, the world was new.
So everything I saw and touched
was everything I never knew;
each bright breath a fresh lesson bought.
I now older and well-indulged,
in sampling the sins of youth,
lust for wonders to be divulged;
ah but there is this bloody truth.
my appetite satiated,
by unwholesome predilection,
leaves me gnawing and frustrated;
soulless gorging on addiction.
there`s nothing new under the sun.
I have debauched and cavorted;
with every sensation ill-won,
extracted from the extorted.
now twisted, I find great pleasure
in offering to you the least.
let me take you for my leisure;
and bind you tightly for my feast.
there now; no fear now. oh such sweetness.
here now; my dear now. give me release.
where now; prepare now, your completeness
coming in nightmares never to cease.
It`s been so long since I felt alive;
tonight I think I`ll be immortal!