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.

5 Comments

  1. johncoyote says:

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

    Liked by 1 person

    1. shunpwrites says:

      Thanks for the literary patronage John, I appreciate you.

      Like

  2. emersenlee says:

    Reblogged this on Ask Emersen… and commented:

    Liked by 1 person

    1. shunpwrites says:

      Emersen, you are too kind.

      Like

  3. Demetria Foster Gray says:

    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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