Obsession Poem by Barry Middleton

Obsession



When obsession takes hold,
nothing else enters consciousness.
Lovers do not think of death.
The dying do not remember love.
The world is seen through a tunnel,
the field of view is narrow.
There may be an ordinary scene,
a flower, a woman, a dream.
There may be a harbinger of death,
tombstones of obscure ghosts.
Beyond this stage, the clouds drift,
unobserved and silent.

Obsession
Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: obsession
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