Feeling what I shoundn't By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
When every day the sun sleeps,
This mind awakes.
A web of thoughts,
Twisted, intricate.
The depth of whose,
Hurts.
How do you stop,
How do you stop feeling something,
So wrong in so many ways.
How do you rest the mind,
Which ceaselessly troubles.
How do I stop feeling,
That which I must not.
With these thoughts,
There comes immense joy,
But in these thoughts,
Is a sinful pain.
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
| |