A feeling I think we have all experienced on some level. I like the shorter choppier lines in this one, because it gets at the core of frenzied obssession quite well. The last two lines are beautiful and foreboding...perhaps the obssession will turn bad, perhaps it will be a happy ending; who is to know? Nicely done.
Obsession, possession like an addiction, some men can never quit that pursuit of their desire...They may end up living in loneliness and solitude, all because they cannot change direction.
Your ending lines, read as a twist of fate...as I see it.
I love that you have told a story so neatly, with every obsession they encompass your whole being. The words are strong and well constructed. liked it.
Very well constructed and a very strong theme.Emily,you have written here on obsession so well.Obsession..is such a fragile theme.One at times can not even discern between passion and obsession.Love at times borders to violence and it is too late when the object of obsession realizes.For me the stanza starting from, consumed with ideas to maneuver...until the end is the strongest here.I liked how you left it at maybe today will be the day.That line leaves the thread open to a myriad of possibilities.
The short lines add to the intensity of this portrait of a man who cannot escape the Siren call of the object of his desires... Clever, skilful writing...
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..