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POISONED CHALICE

shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
December 9, 2015
in POETRY
Reading Time: 2 mins read

Monday December 7, 2015

5.13 a.m.

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Let me drink from love’s Poisoned chalice

Drench everyday in its soured and negative malice

Let me sip from love’s putrid vessel

Contaminate my soul and leave me in a sad moody riddle.

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Let me gulp and gorge myself with love’s sour-sweet refreshment

Pour me your plum love wine; reddish, bloody and belching in its foamy ferment

Let me drink and quench this sickly thirst

By sucking at your bulbous, cancerous kegs of lust.

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Let me make penance at love’s sullied feet

Beg for mercy and cry for another chance to make things right

Let me cry my forlorn cry of pain and eternal sorrow

From the lashes meted out by love; a very unforgiving beast at night.

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Merci.

December 9, 2015

2.23 p.m.

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Comments 5

  1. dotta Raphels says:
    7 years ago

    Bitter sweet Symphony my friend.
    The want and lust consumes love but still the need never wanes. This is disturbia.

    Reply
  2. Amity says:
    7 years ago

    Oh my word!
    What have we here?
    Beautiful read, though it be sad.
    Nice one Shai
    Keep ’em coming

    Reply
  3. shaiontheprowl says:
    7 years ago

    Lol@Dotta_Raphels

    Reply
  4. shaiontheprowl says:
    7 years ago

    OK O… I will try as much as I can @Amity

    Reply
  5. dotta Raphels says:
    7 years ago

    Lol…fugures 🙂

    Reply

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