I give up … I give in

My sorrows is a seductive … It feels pleasurable to give in to him … The rush of it when it invades me after being abandoned by every feeling is a drug that expands in my veins reaching for my heart in its clutch … I belong to my sorrows chained by the night no matter how many times I try to escape his love for my pale yellow face. I accept my fate to be yours and I vow to be faithful … I gave up resisting your domestic ways to claim me … you missed me haven’t you?

Details hold concepts of the bigger picture

“Mommy what are you doing?”
“I’m making pomegranate juice honey!”
“I want them all red!”
“Child, you never know what are you going to get.”
“Well, I like them sour!”
“There are sweet ones & yellow ones, Different flavours for different tastes.”
“So … Our luck decides if it’s red or not?”
“No … We choose our fruit then we accept what it holds inside for us.”
“So god has created pomegranates to surprise us?”
“Son, life is bigger than pomegranates.”

Depth of Free will … to give up or walk towards fate?

People screaming at my direction … “Stop”!
“You will drop ..You will fall” then eyes stare
… No … Let it flow … Despair for inspiration..
Thoughts cross over but will I ? Fears shaking

Trembling with huge feet on thin sharp doom
It’s cutting through but we will make it through
walk towards death guided to an unknown mob
Hell beneath burning filthy baby steps “give up”!

Balance doesn’t exist, blindfolded & Mad Noises
Block them out to let in whispers of wealthy lips
Sensing hair which stand to salute to begin to end
Desires climbing out of its throat to choke me dead