No Way Back Date: Friday, 2nd June 2006 @ 08:49:59 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Lips The stench is acrid As I slowly descend The sharp creak of a step He heard my entrance The smell so strong I shouldn't go down I know this is wrong Adrenaline now peaking As I slowly descend The smell now competing With my mind Saying "You should be leaving!" But I keep going The smell now so overwhelming The rotting flesh is unmistakable I looked down and saw it I gasp; it is remarkable Oh I should back away This damn curiosity won't be tamed No! I need to stay The smell is beckoning I need to know why that scent has arrived To be so compelling I reach the bottom step The rotting flesh remains potently overpowering I look up from the floor to the ceiling I am now full of delight As I reach for the old rotting flesh of books The bookkeeper winks For he knows I'm hooked This poem is Copyright © Lips Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=121160