A.W. Books & Poetry

Temptations, temptations:

the birthplace of expectation.

I skip and skim through all known reasoning, yet can not appease my whims and heart’s seasoning.

So many means require my mind’s lean and I offer to give it all away.

I feel drowned by the hounds of greed and need that surround my crown,

But I cannot budge.

I am stuck in the sludge of lies and smudged smiles.

But for now, I will open my book and read its foot and cease to moot like a plain piece of paper.

-Annalise Wellman