Consumed

Short poem

My thoughts you consume,
My mind a dark room,
And in it, a single light,
A single thought and reason to fight,

Your eyes, so piercing, so daunting,
Yet, so beautiful. Yet, so deviating.

My thoughts you consume,
My mind a dark room,
And in it I find no peace,
No feeling so unique

No love, no hope, no dreams,
Of the future, yet you alleviate me