When you know it would be judged
You keep these thoughts to yourself
Hidden away, undercover
Not ashamed but confused
Wondering how you can satisfy these urges
Test the waters
Drown in the fantasy
Can this become a reality?
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
