A Bad Poem

The treason that is my body
Residing inside my groins
The pleasure I seek is more than for now
But it is not what you enjoy

Cheated by a vow you didn't take
And the lies in the promises you never made
If it was sex, well, then let it be
All the wishes lost in a decadent dream

If it is just that: seduction and drinks
Then what is freedom? Who is free?

It is up to you what happens to me
So how can someone say that I am free
If the future of (my) life even for now
Rests with a grown child and his whims?

The cosmic drama and its implications
- Life, death, and life again -
Fecundity, prosperity, joy, and free will
Traded for alcohol and a short lived thrill

My choice is clear: avoid that path
- Seclusion, Reclusion, The Hermit card -
The taste from your mouth, and your smell on my bed
Are not worth the pain from void you left

(A bad poem, A.S, sep.29/2015)