A hidden desire stirs within me.
Its venom,
moving
through the rivers of my life,
pierces my organs.
Whatever entity has trapped me in its claws
plays by its own rules.
Always lurking in the subconcious.
Always brushing my instincts.
Craving for sweet salvation.
Always demanding for more,
Searching for more,
And feeding on more.
And when it feels depleted of its energy,
it begs to be released
like a tiger from a cage.
A beast cannot be contained.
Desire.
A longing.
A need.
They must all be fulfilled.
Whether now,
tomorrow,
or a thousand years from now,
the tiger will still circle in its cage,
begging to be released.
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Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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