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Thoughts of her possess me
like an unclean spirit,
so I desperately attempt
to exorcise them through my lyrics,
but I fail –
unable to purge my recollection
of her pointed tales
that give me fever like infection
from a rusted nail
as if my soul had been impaled.
Self-control is all but gone.
I am nowhere near as strong
as I thought my self to be.
Free thought and speech eventually
flee from me
like escapees from a penitentiary.
Immobilized I am
through some vodun writes.
A pen
wielded within a write hand?
Her most potent talisman.
Sweet words?
Herbs that zombify.
Sharp wit?
For pricking voodoo dolls.
She weaves spells within scripts
and concocts brews for soothing all
manner of divers maladies.
Incense smoke and rattles she
employs destroy my will to free myself.
Verbiage recaptures me
anytime I’ve tried.
I cannot control mine eyes –
divert my gaze.
I am enslaved
by any page that holds her scribes.
Was that the strategy?
Would not some benign flattery
have achieved the some outcome
as all these enchantments have done?
High Priestess, please, release this tortured soul.
I will not run!
I have no place to go I’d rather be;
I’d come undone!
Stockholm Syndrome’s taken root;
I will not struggle.
Continue to feed this hungry soul
and I will suckle.
- HymnAgen
