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Lure
by Christel Crews
My pillow is calling my name
Luring me into the trap
Where all is dark
And my mind thinks only of you.
Then the torment begins
The anger burns
For I find my heart stolen,
my love lost,
my mind corrupted,
my eyes moist,
my life
gone
12/12/2003 Posted on 12/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Christel Crews
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashley Beaudoin on 12/15/03 at 03:50 AM So true indeed...nicely done! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/12/06 at 11:33 AM Excellent title that certainly sets the stage for poem. Me thinks sometimes it better to give in, and grant our minds and spirits escape from such turmoil. |
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