The Greatest Desire


  • Survival
    • Jayandben
    • Chillin' and writin' the life ^.^

    The Greatest Desire

    The salty taste
    Of mere saliva
    Because no substance
    Has touched that tongue
    For days

    The quickened beat
    Within that chest
    After running
    For extremely
    Far too long

    THe excrutiating pain
    In the skull
    From too much thought
    Put into the plan
    Of making it alive

    The filthy skin
    From digging within
    The wretched Earth
    For any food or water
    Able to be found

    The absolute lust
    And greatest desire
    To find a way to
    Make it out
    Of this place

    To Survive....

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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