Kissed by
Minerva
In the
creative realm sitting under Minerva’s elm
Infusing the
imagination poison
Wracking
emotions and four seasons is her toll
Drink it
in and feel the extreme
Once
found you’ll always be bound
Happiness
and heartbreak then sadness
Pushing
towards overwhelming
The fight
to remain onside when there’s nothing welcoming
I swim in
the realm of emptiness
The curse
of the goddess temptress
For she
sees only the purity of expression
Artistic
obsession rejecting hedonist ambition
Dark curtain
of melancholy imagination
Synapses
firing in an extreme reach for exhaustion
Sadistic
pleasure is her test and measure
Sleep and
calm is for the weak declares Minerva as she makes me her treasure
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