Unjust

Don't say a word, just feel my strength.

Rise up to meet me,

close your eyes,

my hand placed firmly against your tempest lies.

Don't say a word, resist the temptation to scream.

The truth is tugging at you

to come and take its rightful place.

Heaving,

sighing,

lust filled moment, for what?

Spent,

I reject the desire that burns deep inside.

No hollow cries of deception

can heal pain

belonging to an unjustly discarded soul,

removed

to the bottomless depths of the unloved.



Robert
2016



“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them”

Jack Kerouac