Ever pursuing
I am of its poison
All consuming
Of my being
Physically and psychologically
Emotionally drained
Completely pained
By my inability to change
For the better
What is this hold
This grip, tightening
Around my sad, sad soul
That won’t let me go
Won’t let me get away
Constantly chasing
Grabbing at my naked skin
Flicking at my tongue
Until it finally rests
On my lips
Burning inside of me
Calming the torturous
Calamity shaking my bones
Eternally calling
Screaming, begging
For the small release
It gifts to me
Restlessly ranting
Silently suffering
Waiting
Still.
Utterly unmoved
Chained to unhinged
Desire