Zywa Gods lived within me

I think there is a beautiful palace
deep inside me
where gods determine how
my life must pass

They want satisfaction
are all unrest and
many, unruly
they do what they always do

They spoil my senses
enough or just not enough
because time and again I long for more
Please, one more time, one more time

I get so tired of that urge
I want to get rid of it
and think about how
I could achieve that

but it seems to happen spontaneously
   A girl sneaked in
   into my head or may have
   lived there from her childhood

   She went down all the stairs
   and, with a lighter and patience
   she set fire to the bottom step
   in the cellar where

   the gods reside
Now she runs up, fast fast
She flees ahead of the fire
rescues her body, rescues me too

Poem 1117
Amsterdam, 2017-03-04

Collection: WoofWoof 
Keyword: Will 
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