(In memory of she who was once and is no more)
No therapy, potion nor spell can banish her thought.
No priest, shrink nor medium can exorcise that which possessed me.
It stalks me wherever I go, as my shadow.
It crawls upon my temple while on the bed I lay.
My sleep it murdered 'n' purged me of solace.
Her presence assailed me, while tormented by her voice.
In thrall to her I'm eternally sentenced.
Haunted by the memories of countless tryst and soirees,
I flee that which torments me.
But no depth can shroud or veil conceal,
No darkness can shield or distance douse;
The ferocious passion that burns within my bones.
When my eyes 're closed, her face I see.
In my head, in my thought, within my heart she reside.
Can't flee her presence,
I'm Obsessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem