My Greatest Rebellion

As I smell the scent of its pages
My lustful desires are conceived
With every word, it engages
With every word that I read

My sense of maturity is aborted
My inner-most thoughts; they are free
As the longing to touch becomes sorted
It is a new person I see

The language becomes my biggest rival
For its greatest seduction I can taste
As I change and adapt for survival
This story is my favourite escape

Who would have known my greatest rebellion
Would derive from these pages I’ve read
As they now disappear like a stellion
I will dream as I lay in my bed

Published in: on June 11, 2011 at 7:18 pm  Comments (1)  
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  1. Such a brilliant poem Hannah. 🙂

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