Gasoline and Hellfire
Sean Michael, October 2017
The more that I want something
The more I become beholden to that thing
And as I seek that thing out
I become beholden to those whom I seek it from
Tethered to my desire
Perpetual aching lust
Needing wants
Discarding needs
A spark that turns into a flame
Spreading like a wildfire
Devouring all until only it remains
The progenitor of pleasure and pain
Feverish flash
Hollow inside
The taste of ashes in my throat
Wanting what I can not have the most
Posted for dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #215, March 8, 2018
Mad Poet Enchained 
Been there… and really feel this Sean… A strong write…
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Yes, I think we will all find some resonance in this, Sean. Always happy to see you here. You have much to share.
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So very true. I can mos de f relate to this. I hope you are well.
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Good point about becoming beholden to what we desire.
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Great poem! “The progenitor of pleasure and pain…” Often the way it is when things are out of reach!
Dwight
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I know that desire… but it also mellows when you age, which is a curse and a blessing.
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So true, I specially like your opening lines~ And its hard, wanting what we can’t have the most~
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I have felt that way and still do. I still don’t have it. Lol!
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A strong write indeed (and much wisdom there).
I think I understand why you have written these words…
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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