turmoil

"Her-icane"

by Jeph Johnson

 

The wind makes me wish I held her in my arms
Instead I am the one in the eye of the storm
Unconvinced of this lull.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Joy, 2016 

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Seven Sins

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Humanity

It always demands a sacrifice

It - or - They demand a deal

They are the devil at the crossroads waiting for a soul to steal

The choices of the seven deadly sins

Which one will you choose?

 

Lust

Gluttony

Greed

Sloth

Wrath

Envy

Pride

 

It consumes the light, but in return fills with dark pleasure acting as a temporary high; a short-lived fix that like acid burns.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The seven deadly sins resides in all of us....

Agleam

No room to breathe-

All our times been wasted,

Two love feens.

No escaping thee-

Fetal position,

And my mind-

Casting shadows of envy.

But eating me-

Thoughts grow like vines,

Impossible to scream.

You're regretting me-

So hard,

I can taste it.

And it haunts me.

 

Why can't I sleep?

When I have these dreams-
They turn to nightmares.

You're leaving me,

All of my hidden schemes-

Burst into gold flares.

 

All of the lights.

Soon you'll see why-

I put up a fight.

Your love never lied-

With it,

My eyes swell up with pride.

I sit and plead-

My heart would sing.

Oh,

Dulling this agleam.