My Foreign Consciousness Poem by Nella Walker

An ominous feeling devours me, it feeds from my eagerness.
It drags my to the ground, driving me to face my nakedness.
It hinders me from thinking and uncloaks me to the core.
It exposes me with a hunger that does not subside with time.
Urging me to act before scrutinizing the ending with the correct carefully conformed input.
Logic and awareness, my faithful confidants, how you have abandon me.
It takes me from my comfort zone and prohibits me from forming one collected clear sane though.
It entices my animal nature to act on my primal temperament.
To free myself from civilization, their rulebooks and principles.
It toys with me on countless intensive levels and demands a reaction on command.
It seduces me in submission and I have to ad hear to the deity it has become.
For I am frail and naive is its path.
Trusting like a mother’s womb.
Truthfully, I am meek and kneel to the valour it spawns.
Permitting it to consume me, with no hostility and contest.
I accept its absolute rule and higher monarchy willingly.
For once I can release and breathe.
My submissive reaction to its divine illusion quivers me.
It renders me speechless, powerless and frail.
Hence I hang up my battle armour, deadbolt my swords of defence, and discard my poisons of invincibility.
Admit my faith; acknowledging my defeat and willing shadow my celestial heart.
For it has been a part of my true self ever since my conception.
Merely now have I taken heroic possession of what was always mine to reap.