Lust's Puppet.

A poem about a man overcame by his lust's hunger.

Under this metallic moon.

I hold your hand in mine.

The wind plays that same tune.

The night is nothing less than fine.

 

Running through the woods.

We laugh and smile.

Falling deeper into a childhood.

Something seems wrong, but it is worthwhile.

 

You take me to a place.

Where the trees are dead and crooked.

They don’t seem to belong in their barked case.

The air felt wicked.

 

Nothing feels right.

You don’t look the same.

This place isn’t worth the fight.

I don’t know why I came.

 

You look at me with those eyes.

So beautiful.

The darkness kill my insides, the feeling dies.

I am no longer scared, no longer frightful.

 

You pin me down, rip off my shirt.

I can’t stop it even though your eyes turned a blood red.

I comply and rip off your skirt.

Why do these thorns feel like a bed?

 

I feel my soul being pulled out of my body.

I am paralyzed, no muscle will work.

It doesn’t hurt, oddly.

You look at me and smirk.

 

Finally, you lift off me.

I feel as cold as granite.

The lust I felt obviously had a fee.

I am now your personal puppet.

Reviews

[Beau Maysey]

Wow, a great narrative poem with a darkly tone. Very good!
Sounds like a story of abuse, but perhaps it is the individual's list he or she is struggling with
Be careful about rhymed free verse, because some lines that are big become clunky when readers try to create a rhythm. Imagery fit so well, although some lines could use a bit of cutting and diction work. All in all, though, I really like this poem. :)