Allure is sharp pain
it cuts through my whole being
demands satiety.
It is powerful enough
to separate me from others.
Addictive power
binds me to pursuits
not so ethical,
drives me round the bend
to the allure of success.
Success is the goal
of every living being.
Who wants to give up
intoxicating power
and the lure of a kingdom?
Power is a tool
to do all the right things
without pressure.
The allure will never die
for a fair and just life.
Tanka series inspired by Colleen Chesebro at
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge-34
Pic: vibethink.com

Reena, you have thoroughly out done yourself! Wow! Great poetry, my friend. ❤
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Thank you!
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