For the love of Id

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Today I give of a different side of me.
A side hidden under the layers you want to see.

The side of me drowning in a sea of guilt.

Ignoring your life buoys, I struggle in desperation as the tides rise and the storm builds.

This storm is of your make.

Your rules are the death of me. I am the death of me.

I am a victim of my love and your morals.

Come rain, snow or shine, I shall be by my side. Id’s side.

Catering to my needs. Id’s needs. 

Id’s house is of ice.

Therein lady comfort caresses and warms my poor heart.

I find Succour in meeting Id’s wants.

Like a warm bath on a cold morn,
Our infantile deeds wash over me
Soothingly.

I am a passenger in the vehicle of decadence,
Heart dragging underneath its wheels.

Let angels weep for me.
I will drink of their tears

but I will not stop
In my pursuit of Id’s wants.

Our wants.

 

She found warmth in ice
 Fruit of their love is ruin
Her conscience is mute

 

©Aweni

Image credit- geralt

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This Haibun is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge

The prompts for this week’s challenge are COLD and SAFE (synonyms only).

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4 thoughts on “For the love of Id

      1. Too true. I’m still trying to decide if Ego is an evil spirit / energy, or just a prankster. Though really, Ego, is just a (pre-)teen who needs guidance.

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