Trapped

You feed me.  Make my soul a plump juicy delicious treat.

Until I’m so full I’m spilling from the sides.  You take the time

to cultivate me.  Nourish me, and you’re creating this addiction.

Then you desert me.  I can’t understand and I wilt.

You leave me.  Taking away my favorite drug.

Days pass by and I’ve withered and shrunk.

I’m lost in this desert where the heat destroys me

with the sand.  I’m so parched and dying for just a sip.

A taste.  But I’m mindless without you and I wander through this

dehydration.  Sometimes I hear your voice calling out behind me,

but I can’t turn around because you’re in front of me.  Beckoning

me nearer.  And you’ve got my life glistening on your lips, and I’m

dying for just another lick.  My tongue sweeping across your smile.

And I smile too, even as your eyes are telling me its a trap.

But my hand falls into yours and I take a step.  Anticipating being fed.

Anxious to be full again.  Then your hand falls on my shoulder and I’m

turning back for the first time.  There you are, horrified and anguished, and

I realize I’ve made a terrible mistake.  But its too late.

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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