A sickening thing that breaks a man
Head sits sadly in weak, weary hands
He needs what’s right, what’s true and good
He tries to fight. He knows he should.
What is this thing that lures his eyes
He’s come to hate. Loathe. Despise.
He stops to pray. He knows he must,
To beat this thing… this thing called lust.
Sharon Perrett, 7 months ago
Wow, wonderful writing Lachlan, a short and easy read, very nicely written…....
zoeg, 7 months ago
what passion
jianina, 6 months ago
Great subject>>>very intricate…love your word play….instant favorite!! :)
caroline caux-..., 6 months ago
excellent!