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Monday, 19 November 2012

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