Lustful longing, a yearning so deep, A soul in search of a place to sleep. My heart seeks a passion, a fiery embrace, While my mind yearns for peace, a tranquil space.

But one whispers softly, a voice barely heard, As the other roars, a word unspoken, unheard. A struggle for balance, a delicate dance, A symphony of chaos, a desperate chance.

The more I know, the more I wish to hide, Lost in the labyrinth, with nowhere to confide. The deeper I feel, the more I want to let go, To shed the weight, to let the emotions flow.

The more I see, the more I crave to be free, Untethered from the chains, to finally be me. Yet, with every whisper, a chilling new fear, A constant reminder of what I hold so dear.

The life I portray, a facade I create, A tapestry of contradictions, a tragic fate. The yearning remains, a fire in my soul, To reconcile the conflict, to make me whole.

©HagarTheViking 02/03/2025