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Dangerous Wishes V

A letter written to Desire, one not of love, nor gratitude... -but one with a very dangerous wish.

By Josh MorganPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Dangerous Wishes V
Photo by Hongmei Zhao on Unsplash

Desire,

you are, and forever will be

my enemy‐

a thief in my heart,

and an insult to my dreams

like mockery, in breathing form‐

to me, you are deceit in disguise.

Grant me just one wish...

and leave...

leave me be‐

maybe then, I'd finally find peace...

and why don't you take my eyes with you?...

my hands and feet too,

and every fraction of myself that you've had your hideous effect on

everything that your sin‐saturated hands have touched‐

take it all with you

and just leave me be.

Desire,

I want nothing to do with you...

or anything you've touched‐

and that includes my heart too.

There is no containing this burning paradise you put me in‐

the highs of infatuation and binges in sin you burn me with

tearing me apart,

and turning my mind inside out‐

I'd rather my body be purged of all that is you...

Desire,

there is one wish you've left denied...

because bringing an end to me,

would mean the same for you.

A thief in my heart,

you hide in my chest

stirring up nothing but trouble,

turning my mind into nothing but rubble‐

burning me out, from the inside out.

Why don't you just leave?...

Take everything with you,

if leaving me as a shell would get rid of the likes of you, then‐

oh well...

and if taking me to Mr. Grim would take me from your horrible grip, then‐

so be it...

Why won't you grant me just this one wish?...

It's you who writes all of them out,

and you, who ignited the fire that started this list...

of all of my most dangerous wishes.

Desire,

is it because you need a vessel to torture?...

a mind and body and heart to torment?...

Why can't you just move on and let me find my end?

Because until then...

Desire,

you are, and forever will be

my enemy.

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Thank You For Reading!

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About the Creator

Josh Morgan

Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.

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