It crawls up my arms and up through my neck,
from the back of my head
It starts it’s trek.
Something is missing – a feeling so close.
The will it weakens
soon yeses from no’s.
I remember that voice lurking in my head.
It plays and teases
when I most dread.
Confronted and haunted, a puppet on a string.
I guard with fear –
that voice, it stings.
Surrendering power, truth fills my soul.
I lust the loss
my heart has been sold.
The smoke stings my eyes, I lower my face.
and hides my disgrace.