Thursday, 19 June 2008

Trapped in delight


I'm here

Trapped

In this warming cave of my mind

Demanding fresh juices

To fly

You have touching spirit

I love it

So live here

This light is my daily food

From now

So I devour you

And live still

The pleasure of it

Is too big

To stop

I think

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

pleasure is a drug. before we know it we become addicts, always needing a daily high to lift us. your poetry and your words are addicitve.

Anna Cellmer said...

is it bad?

Anonymous said...

that depends on many factors. if it starts to affect your real life and the people who depend on you and love you then 'yes' it is bad. but if we are able to keep it seperate, then 'no' it is not bad and is infact healthy for the mind in many ways.