Poison

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When I attempt to raise my sights to the horizon,

I momentarily gain stamina to stand up to

my adversary to soon realize that

I've been running forever on a treadmill;

back to the usual place, it all seems vague.

I've misplaced my Compass during the

storms and winds that life sets forth;

I now find myself in flounder.

In one way or another along my path

I've been deluded from my prior faith;

it remains camouflaged.

It feels like two fangs engraved in my veins;

it's a rush and now adrenaline has kicked in.

I am what you use to escape this world,

I am what you consume to avoid being hurt.

I am destroying you to pieces; bit by bit.

My each trap is calculated to perfection;

so that your steps are directed to them.

I have gained access to your actions;

now you're under my authority.

These voices creep in my head over and over;

lurking and like a serpent's shrewdness

waiting to attack with precision.

I can't comprehend the events in my life;

can you explain how water is put inside a coconut?

It's mysteries in life we'll never

apprehend unless we know the Truth.

It's the poison in this world being leaked that

creates murderers, thieves and devastation.

You invited me to a banquet and festivities;

but You fail to tell me that all has been poisoned.

I've ingested the peculiar taste of wine,

I've inhaled a cloud of smoke;

leaving me with no will to argument

against what I've done.

You attack my thoughts and my mind

because ultimately they control my body.

You don't play by the rules and yet you think you have power?

You want what you once had and now can't have back;

You really thought You can be number one?

I bow my head in shame, I close my eyes in upset;

I bite my lips in pain, and I open my mouth to confess.

"I have found an antidote for this poison".

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