Forsaken addiction

Your pull is like the Earth to the Moon.

The moon to the tides.

A magnet to metal.

Your visage…

Runs contrary to the laws of

physics; psychic; supernatural; otherworldly.

image

But…

Terrestrial in orgin.

But when starved

of the embrace

that

affords

nourishment

that

foraging

does

not

supply.

It leaves one

barren, hollowed and emaciated

inside.

To be discarded,

as a useless vessel.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.

5 Comments

  1. johncoyote says:
    March 21, 2014 at 7:35 pm

    Amazing location and good description in the poem. Thank you.

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    1. shunpwrites says:
      March 21, 2014 at 8:33 pm

      Thanks for the literary patronage John, I appreciate you.

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  2. emersenlee says:
    March 24, 2014 at 4:48 pm

    Reblogged this on Ask Emersen… and commented:

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    1. shunpwrites says:
      March 25, 2014 at 11:43 pm

      Emersen, you are too kind.

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  3. Demetria Foster Gray says:
    March 27, 2014 at 6:49 am

    Nothing should have such a strong pull on us accept our love for God. This is a nicely written poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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