My Spectre- Will
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
How does it take so freely my obsessions,
and grind me to my knees,
colouring all I touch with a tainted brush.
How can it entice me so,
deliver my wants through rippled glass,
and leave me spent at the expense of sanity.
My focus spared of normal aspirations,
I move forward driven by past,
Cat creeping in darkness to lose this spectre,
this malevolent addiction.
I am but a pawn to my ego thirst,
fixated on what I see as purpose.
Pleasured moments of achievement fill me,
attach me even more to my passion,
stripping all that life offers to the bone.
Why do I have this oppressor,
this stalking ever-present orator,
this single repugnant antagonist,