Poetry By Taylor Fink

Desire For Hire

Taylor Fink Season 1 Episode 32

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Envy


Enmity

Nurturing

Vain

Yearnings



* Desire For Hire *


Lust longing

Envy calling

Encompassing


Craving the fix

That will relieve it

The feeling sickened within

No matter what

Let's do it again and again

And again and again

Until the end

Destroying myself

Instead of accepting the help


Knocking at the door

Here we go once more

Chaos calling

Craving attention

This roller coaster ride

On to getting high


The magnetic field reeling me in

Investing in sin

Withering within

Diminishing my grin

Creating the hell, I'm now living in


Goodbye

Until next time

Off to the sky


Mesmerized by the monetary

My thoughts can be quite scary

This creature

Faking these features

Substance to smile

Only for a little while

Beaten to break

Destroying my fate


Contempt prior to investigation

Unable to establish relation

Labeled from my mind's creation


Generally educated

Beating out the imagination

Illogical interpretation

Corrupt configuration


Contortion conformant

Doleful dormant

Becoming a doormat

Trampled under foot

From dust to dust

Can I just give up?


I can't

I don't want to

There's pieces of me

That don't want to leave

Demons shall flee

As I continue to believe

Let me be!

Be still!


Silence the suffering

I've had enough of me

Meet me in the middle

Ripping out the root

So obtuse

Hitting the nerve

To swerve

Off course

Of course,


Causing a reflective action

 Blinded by the light

Surgery for new sight

Adding color to life

Seeing the details of the strife


Navigating

No negotiating

Articulating what's darkening

Starting to shed some light

Ignite the night

Maneuvering through


Thoroughly

Reprimanding

Directing to discipline

As I continually expound upon

This journey within

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Envy. Enmity nurturing vain yearnings. Desire for higher. Lust longing, envy calling, encompassing, craving the fix that will relieve it. The feeling sickened within, no matter what, let's do it again and again and again and again until the end. Destroying myself instead of accepting the help. Knocking at the door, here we go once more. Chaos calling, craving attention. This roller coaster ride onto getting high. The magnetic field reeling me in, investing in sin, withering within, diminishing my grin, creating the hell I'm now living in. Goodbye. Until next time, off to the sky. Mesmerized by the monetary, my thoughts can be quite scary. This creature faking these features, substance to smile only for a little while, beaten to brick, destroying my fate. Contempt prior to investigation, unable to establish relation, labeled for my mind's creation. Generally educated, beating out the imagination, illogical interpretation, corrupted configuration, contortion, conformant, doleful dormant, becoming a dormat, trampled underfoot from dust to dust. Can I just give up? I can't. Don't want to. Demons shall flee as I continue to believe. Let me be. Be still. Silence, the suffering, have had enough of me. Meet me in the middle, ripping out the roots so obtuse, hitting the nerve to swerve off course, of course. Causing a reflective action blinded by the light, surgery for new sight, adding color to the life, seeing the details of the strife, navigating, no negotiating, articulate what's darkening, starting to shed some light, ignite the night, maneuvering through, thoroughly reprimanding, directing to discipline, as I continually expound upon this journey within.