(The Price Of Weakness) - Poetic-surge Poetry Contest #1. / An Original Poem

There are times a weak mind is the greatest of sins.

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The Price Of Weakness

It happened again,
waking alone in the dark,
my memory, empty,
my hunger, sated.

How long has it been
since I could face this madness,
my mind undrained by incessant cravings,
unbound by that haunted sadness.

"We will always love you."
They named me a Devil,
saw in my eyes
Madness in which I revel.

That need I feel,
that dark, festering desire,
it must be sealed,
for them.

Too weak within
I cry as my eyes go red,
no void to hide in
just blood to shed.

Everything lost,
the cracks begin to show

Everyone lost,
the cracks begin to show.

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This is my entry to the Poetic-surge Poetry Contest hosted by @tony-duke and @ajremy.

I'd like to thank the lovely people at the @isleofwrite for helping me edit this poem, and especially @geekorner for opening my eyes to what a monstrosity the first version of this was. Bless his soul.

-Themadrunnah
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