A Collection of Poems

Obsession

02/02/14

It's no black ink on white paper

At first.

Until it reaches in, reeling faster

Undeniable thirst.

Just one more, you say

Then that one turns into two,

And three,

And four,

And five,

And six

Counting and counting;

'Till one cannot count anymore.

It's a deep unfathomable hunger

At first.

Until it becomes the water you drink

Unquenchable thirst.

You keep going, they say

Then they watch and 

They watch,

They watch,

They watch,

They watch

Seeing not doing;

'Till it's all you've become.