dordeen Poetry (5)

I am your obession, The one you will never forsake. I am in you, Sicking the very life out of you. Yet, you desire me above all others. I will never share you, For I have consumed your every desire. You seek me out, You crave me in such a way no others dare stand in your way. If I am challenged, You chase them away. Who am I ? This choice of your desire? I am the beer and wine, And any other form you so choose. I am the one you will DIE for!

I cry, I weep, for all the love that is missed. The depth of pain and sorrow is deeper than any ocean that my tears try to fill. The lonely heart is always the saddest, and only I, who tries to fill the void truly seems to see all the pain my sole must bear. For no other dare to see the loneliness and loss of hope except for me. And for those that try, are poisoned by my love, for their sorrow will soon show its ugly head. For mine is to suffer for all in need and joy for me is always unseen, for it is so little, just a taste. Enough for me always to want more.

Quite mighty is he, as he walks through the trees, Sniffing and snorting for these. The kitchen jungle he sees, Is chalk full of these. The human dinner plate is peiiet with these. The floor he may spot some of these. The carpet is a place of delight, as humans spill alot of these. When the evening he sees, he desired to rest at ease, Watching and hopeing for these.

snow so angelic and new,with your white hue. Floating so free and untamed with glee. The winds carry you to and fro,clinging to all you see before you flee.

You see my words, but do you hear them. You look at my profile, but do you read it. Do you see the pain of loneliness. Do you heed the laughter and sorrows. Words are a book of ourselves. If you skip to the good parts your missing most of me.For entirety is the key,For you to really see.