Complicated

The thirst is never-ending,

Forcing to dance by the alien rules,

and keen on the moon.

The Fates are condescending,

Asking to entertain various fools,

and end overly soon.

The bones are never mending,

Hating the premonitions and jewels,

and postponing the gloom.

The loneliness ascending,

Morphing into a cult. Mewls

and wraps soothingly.

8 thoughts on “Complicated”

poetryfromtheinkwell says:

July 1, 2018 at 2:17 pm

Complicated, indeed. How many fools are we ‘bound’ to entertain before we can enjoy some simplicity… love this piece!

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1. Lizardin Bain says:
  
  July 1, 2018 at 2:21 pm
  
  Thank you ♥ I am glad you have liked it.
  
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  1. poetryfromtheinkwell says:
    
    July 1, 2018 at 2:22 pm
    
    You are kindly welcome <3. I really enjoy all your work but as with all poetry, sometimes a piece really connects.
    
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  2. Lizardin Bain says:
    
    July 1, 2018 at 2:23 pm
    
    ♥
    
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syncwithdeep says:

July 1, 2018 at 3:26 pm

Complicated indeed.. The desire, which is never ending!

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1. Lizardin Bain says:
  
  July 1, 2018 at 4:08 pm
  
  and unsatisfied …
  
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Bhavna Saurabh Sharma says:

July 1, 2018 at 5:50 pm

AAh the way you painted an unending desire
wow

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1. Lizardin Bain says:
  
  July 1, 2018 at 6:20 pm
  
  Thank you
  
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