Mistress of The Mind

She is a cruel mistress

Leaving me drained whenever she makes her prescence felt

Constantly

Whirring my mind in perpetual motion never ceasing

Exhausted, I fight back

She is a hard taskmaster

Working me to the brink of desperate measures

Unsympathetically

Throwing my mind into eternal hell and damnation

Exhausted, I fight back

She is a vicious demon

Drawing every ounce of energy from my body as I lie still

Hungrily

Sapping my body in her energetic throws of the die

Exhausted, I fight back

She is my glorious nemesis

Defeating me at every twist and turn on the battlefield of dreams

Shamelessly

Scything me down with her every movement and decision

Exhausted, I fight back

She is the slavedriver of my soul

Whipping my feeble sensibilities to distraction

Mercilessly

Shredding my soul with every passing moment on the dial

Exhausted, I fight back

She is the carrion of dreams

Destroying every thought with her mere existence

Relentlessly

Picking away at the fibre of my very being with disdain

Exhausted, I fight back

She is the spawn of Satan’s nightmare

Devil horned she twists and turns me round and round

Persistently

Sets burning coals alight within my tortured mind

Exhausted, I fight back

She is a welcome lover

When finally she takes me in her feathered arms

Wantonly

Draws me deep into a realm of blissful calm

Asleep, the fight is over

For now.

© Fergus Martin

2012