A thread of desire, thin and forlorn,
turns to ashes in my hand.
A thread of anxiety almost born,
pours out like the hour glass sand
A streak of existence
A streak of evidence
A bright flicker of a candle light
hides the shadow in a life.
A gasp of darkest plight
hides in the deepest strife.
A streak of forgetfulness
A streak of foreverness
A devastating game unjust
fixates a dagger in the soul
A betrayal of devoted trust
causes pain, hideous and foul
A streak of seduction
A streak of destruction
A tepid gust,
solves human vulnerability.
Discerning a lust,
that gives divine natural capability.
by Rose-Marie Sandelius
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