A Slave To Your Chemicals Poem by Christopher Soto

Into a trap I may walk once,
but twice is more than foolish.
Yet here I am all stuck again,
attempting to undo this.

Though to protest I have excuses,
please entertain my clauses.
I’m but a slave to all the juices,
which my brain most produces.

Vasopressin, dopamine,
Testosterone, endorphines.
These are but some stirred up in me,
I blame to be the culprits.

I have no choice, by reins I’m led
both eyes I have blindfolded.
In dark I stand, my hands I wave,
And all I hear is voices.

Visualising beauty that has trapped me in its gaze.
Not sure of what to do from here, I feel I’m in a maze.
I want to follow all my feelings that have me in a craze.
But fear kicks in, and second thoughts, I think my days away.