Torn Between The Two

By The Bitter Poet

Thu, 23 Apr 2026
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I love the sea but fear the ocean, for its depths remind me of the abyss that is my darkened soul.

I adore the flames from a menacing fire, but screech at the thought of hell, for it cautions me to lead a life filled with delusional purity I could never maintain.

I’m enticed by an affair with a daring mate, although I tremble at the idea of betrothal, for giving up my impetuous lifestyle for a prison sentence seemed ignorant.

I scoff at the idea of parental obligations, yet my soul aches to create a being full of euphoric hope, for a nation that will taint its innocence

I fall to my knees in worship when the weapons formed against me seem to prosper, yet I utter no praise while enjoying the fruits of my labor

For my indecisive nature is a prerequisite for being part of human civilization

THE BITTER POET

Certificate 18
Poem
Describing the beauty of things
Opinion

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

"my soul aches to create a being full of euphoric hope, for a nation that will taint its innocence"
"I fall to my knees in worship when the weapons formed against me seem to prosper, yet I utter no praise while enjoying the fruits of my labor"

wisdom is sold on the desolate market where none can come to buy, and in the withered field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain –  William Blake

Excellent work, well done Mr Moral Poet! Tom