hideous need smiled at me
craving my pain, it desired
insulting cave I felt it in my strength
powerless seduction, I felt weak
caressing my dark I thought to rise
dressed in black cloaking my hurt
with a wild eyed expression I spy death
fighting his guile I realize I was powerful
justifying my path
it may seem fruitless to some
but needful in my view
sanctity in the ache, I resolve I would not bow
wrestling my demons I succeed to fight
taking its breath away with my passion to live
greeting the sour with the sweet
until it relent
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death, life, fight
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taking its breath away with my passion to live
greeting the sour with the sweet
very powerful Crimsin Like this line alot
hello beautiful Fia thank you graciously for the love here ❤️
Powerful and deeply raw. I love how this begins with pain almost having a personality of its own, trying to seduce the speaker into surrender, but gradually turns into a declaration of survival. “Taking its breath away with my passion to live” really stood out to me—it completely reverses who holds the power. The ending beautifully captures resilience: accepting both the sour and the sweet, yet refusing to bow. 🖤
hello lovely poetess thank you graciously for such a giving comment…it uplifted me I was faced with my own mortality lately I didn’t know if I had the strength for a serious surgery but I did…I love life and chose to stay even given the state of things I was thinking of your poem and thinking a lot of people reason I won’t live long enough to suffer current descions but your righ our children will… beautiful work ❤️