By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
Hunger and desire define the feeling
It’s a constant thirst for more
More than you know you can handle, but the desire overrides reason
Feed the need is what it whispers to you
I feel the burning passion inside myself
It is addictive and enticing and I will do any and everything to get the obsession
Give it to me, feed me my wants and desires, entice me with your riches
The taste of the obsession is so sweet
The feeling of the moment is so intense
My feeling explode and overrun
I am brainwashed by its charms
My obsession is strong
Strong like the bond between mother and son
My emotions turn negative and I attempt to run
The obsession beckons to me
Slowly drawing me back into its grasp
Obsession is powerful
A mixture of good and bad
Wrapped with temptation and enticement
I like the poem. It defines obsession very well. Well done for an abstract type poem. It would be interesting to see a particular example of an obsession with a particular character or narrator embedded in a different poem with a similar theme to this one. I don’t think I’ve done a poem exactly on this topic, but I’ve done some where a character is obsessed with guilt… I’m sorry if I’m not making myself clear… Maybe an example here:
…..CHERRY PIE….
I remember
a cup of sugar
half a lemon
dark red cherries in
a crust of pain
crumbly falling into a
hellish oven fired
like she told me, 375
In search of peace, I
pray to forget the pain
remember a fragment
a recognizable fondness
without stains baked in
Because in blood
she’s gone, I’ve
dreamt of her
flying through the windshield
unsheathed grief a steel shard
poking in the night, bladed
blame stabbing me, I’ve
fallen asleep too much,
letting her wiggle back
into my bed with
screams driven
around the maple
red syrup on pancaked body
splayed from brave speeding guts
driving death too slowly for agony,
her nerves still alive
for howling pain
mourning for morning
in heaven, but
she waits in dreams
because
she’s gone
not far
Awake,
I still look for her
charming me like
all the times we
drank together just
fooling around
Steer me to insomnia
and don’t tell me
I shou’n't ‘ve been
driving around
fallen leaves of
growing blame
I am innocent though
I hear her cries as
I pull green leaves,
rake others,
a chore I take to stay awake, yet
mangled words I hear from
green veins turned red rustlers
stealing steel hearts to rust
I can’t drive this hell
away from the tree,
because
she was
smashed
in a pulp
novel dream
all real
Lord, I’ve
dreamt of her
because
she’s gone
Don’t let me listen to her songs
booming my soul sorry ways
down
Down the road to regrets remembered:
my friends who died in battle
like period clumps the size of Seattle,
because of these
I must eat pie and beer suds,
cherry filling that looks like blood,
the sting cherries like sudsy guts
I must rest
in a restaurant
slicing beef filet
like dicing shrapnel
from hell that beats
down fox hole hearts
in cherry rivers heat. These
pie marks stain the brain
though gaining ghosts
have no beef with me,
as I was brave then
to try to save them and me,
but I will desert dessert
Too sweet
a lie
that life
is like a pie
thrown out of a disco
by me
gin high on despair,
falling in snow, cutting my hands
on ice crystals, watching the Angel of Death
seized by her anti-muses
dancing her mocking prelude
to my own booming grief
death amused
by lean harvests of thought and
lost jobs
I dream of her in song
because she’s gone
Because I will not sell
my boom box for food, away
from boom times
I’ll dance into sadness. Fresh batteries
will let me live. I will
dance north past the winter wheat
into the cold, to the arctic. If
not stolen in silence
my music soul will dance
me, murky joy forward
pumping bends thrusted
stamping, panting moans
spin tapping down the up
beating soul bursts
desperate to express a
tone of noise splashing. I will
not die laughing wet
when batteries are gone. I will
die dancing
an old Eskimo
parading on ice flows,
horns of mortality played
strings strummed, no
chords encore
chafing from chaff
inedible