A D D I C T I O N
This demon
Unexorcised, you will find
Deep down in a dungeon behind
Thick locked doors of determination,
In the palace of the mind.
There he lies confined
By abstentions chained
By fasts restrained,
With ropes of resolutions we bind
Bolted and padlocked with prayer sublime.
Now so shrunk, weakened
That you are led to imagine
He is there no more
But soon he stirs
And you know it is him,
Discreet but alert, calculating,
Disabled but planning
To make you his plaything,
Awaiting his chance
For your mood to swing,
Leaving the door ajar.
Then he creeps out on all fours,
Quickly climbing up your thoughts,
Swinging from their branches
Right into the cockpit of your mind,
Outwitting you he assumes full control,
While diminished in a slumber. lies the soul.
He is now the Master
You his Robot,
He lifts your hand
Towards the prohibited packet
And the bottle you forgot,
The dark drink rises
To thirsty lips,
Your resolution slips
In puffs of smoke.
Starved for their content
Which are his only food,
He is now empowered,
He grows and augments
Feels his power swell
Possessing you.
Like when the moon is up and full,
Hairs bristle, talons emerge,
The jaw pulls out painfully,
The serpent eyes dilate,
He is now metamorphosed
Hungry for more, irate,
Full of hulk and bulk.
Now Advancing to fever pitch,
lashing his tail about,
Yet another drink, more packs of smoke,
Euphoria, good –
”Well oiled machine” he shouts,
His foot presses the accelerator
His vision narrows menacingly
As the soul shrinks.
All encumbrances removed, no hitch
What next, he shrewdly calculates
As you are bewitched
To cross all limits set.
His canines are now long and deep
His plaintive squeak becomes a commanding growl
As he merges with your being
Turning you into his demon
Capable of anything
Hungry for nutrition.
One snag though,
‘Alas’ you need rest
The robot suddenly shuts down
Without warning
In automatic mode out of control,
He is caught unawares ,
Sent hurtling back to his dungeon
Even as the soul awakens
To see the havoc wrought
Of dark despair,
Drawing in the healing light
Of deep sleep for repair.
But he is far from done
Though disabled
And bides his time,
Will be your companion
Through many life times,
Joint inhabitant with the soul,
Till he is finally overcome
And exorcised,
As your demon you confront.
Then its journey done
The soul returns
To where it begun.
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