ObsessionsA Poem by Haley Wilson
It's constantly there.
Glaring in my mind like a picture I could never forget. With every second ticking by on the clock, it just becomes stronger and more incessant. I close my eyes. And it is all I see. I watch the images pass by, as if a film is unraveling from every inch of my brain. Not even dreams can deter my thoughts from going back to it. Then my eyes open. Even as I stare at my friends' faces, at my daily surroundings, I can still hear it in the back of my mind. When I start to zone out, the image becomes sharper. Clearer. As if I can reach out and touch it, maybe even taste it. Am I in love with it? It's a possibility. Even with these strong feelings, my heart could still shatter to pieces from it. That's the thing. Loving something and putting so much faith into it, only for it to all fade away like a cloud of smoke. But will it happen? The truth is... You could never know. Because it controls you. You think you're in power? Well you're not. You are just the puppet, and it is the puppeteer. Every emotion you have is decided by it. Has it thrilled you and exceeded your expectations? Then you're happy and full of satisfaction. Has it disappointed you gravely? Then you're grim and betrayed by it. It is terribly unhealthy and making you mental. And that is why you're addicted to it. Nothing could ever capture your attention in any way, other than this. Just make sure it doesn't end up killing you.
© 2014 Haley WilsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHaley WilsonFort Erie, Ontario, CanadaAboutThe name's Haley. I'm 20, graduated from high school, and have a strong passion for writing. What I write aren't exactly poems or stories, but musings about my own life and thoughts on different subje.. more..Writing
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