The Seduction, Of Being Me - Poem by Anita Atina
What we want, seduces the mind
Blinding us to reality.
Exert insidious power over,
How we engage with the world.
Living our private world, in public actions,
For actions declare intent clearer than words,
Revealing signals about our state of yearn.
Our need, nay animal want
Overflows dammed emotions, betraying
Desperation to know, we’re getting there!
Creating glass cages that seem open, a fool’s paradise
Until a failed attempt to fly out sends the victim of me
Crashing into walls, invisible till now
Stronger than any addiction!
We’re hooked, and don’t realise
How vicious, this scheming plurality is.
The cruel master, whip and slave are one
In this seduction, of anything goes,
At being me.
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