Posted in Poetry


It’s a difficult place to be

Not my craving

But my inability to express this feeling.

Not that I’m unable

For of this I’m well capable

But that I won’t appear vulnerable

Or even unstable.


Preaching to the preacher

Leave me with my craving to savour

In the quiet place of my mind and heart

Where no eyes nor ears can partake

Of my breathless state

My struggling ache.

I must be strong

I will not shake

Nor quake beneath the stance I feign.


Oh craving rest and dissipate.





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