Obsession

A few too many poppyseed muffins, perhaps? This is actually one of my favorite pieces, because of its imagery and personal significance. Interpretations, anyone?

 

Where do you turn

When the only joy is in your pain

And all the sunlight falls like rain

All around you it cascades

And it burns

 

Oh, sweet poison

Like peaches and cream

I dream about living

But I'm living in dreams

This bittersweet burden

In my possession

Is a blessing, a curse

My obsession

Reviews

[Shawn Drake]

While poppy seed muffins are indeed lovely, nothing this beautiful could possibly have been spawned by opiates. Truth is beauty, beauty is truth. That said...Beautiful.

[Mark]

It speaks volumes. Love.

[Beth Holian]

Still as beautiful as the first time I read it...

And I don't think you had too many poppy seed muffins. :)