Stuck is his State,
the swamp engulfs tight,
He does not Sink,
getting out of that Stink is his wish,
A sweet but Painful Pleasure,
the pressure is Overwhelming,
He’s fought battles,
battles he ends up Loosing,
See,
He drove straight for the mud,
He could Pin it on Love,
I mean heartbreaks Rendered him Lonely,
Love was His Drive to his Bitter sweet Pleasures,
But he was the driver,
he drove to the Mud,
Porn was a Way Out He thought,
An endless abyss he now falls
Over an Over,
if only His SuperMan
could Hear his faint Cries,
He wails,
This had to Stops, he says
but he’s helpless against these Demons,
The Lust only yields
emptiness from and addiction that Clings,
If only there was a Light at the end of the tunnel..!
But wait,!
there’s always a Light at the end,
deem it might seem
it’s still the Faster way
the only way out,
Whatever it Takes
Poet Rays?
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