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Oh, how my contentment is challenged by this vain quest to find that elusive prey.

I have sacrificed so much of that I call dear; to obtain it?

If ever I have,

My possession is as a retreating dream in the light of unconscious sight.

Oh how I am teased by its realization.

This revelation leaves so often a void in it’s passing-

Fore I could not contain it or harness it nor even persuade it to stay a while.

What a waste,

To think of the time I have squander in this quest;

To provide it refuge.

 

Then what indeed am I looking for?

Emotion, Imp, angel of twilight-

I want it, dare need it but what does it illuminate?

Indeed, whom does it glorify?

I treat it as a friend,

Too often a love.

In return I feel abandoned fore when I awake she has gone;

He has gone;

It has-

Where indeed did I find her last?

I have learned that once past, it may not be found again.

The road down which I run in haste;

Seem to have lost its markers.

To find that I seek on a street called Frustration,

Realization;

I end where I’ve started.

 

Then what indeed am I looking for?

Emotion, Imp or angel of twilight-

I want it, dare need it but what does it illuminate?

Indeed, whom does it glorify?

I dare not claim it but I will dare to name it…

 

PLEASURE

by

Sammie L. Carter

~ by Sam373's Blog on August 22, 2009.

Posted in Poetry, Relationship, Socialization
Tags: Feelings