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Subdued ...for now... but when I please I will—with ease— make my arrival loud and known. A gentle and low simmer ...to start... but like the fire I am I grow quickly to consume your being entire your thoughts, to obsess Screaming, demanding I force your submission Unrelenting Subdue me you must, for I shall not be ignored Never ignored Your utter attention is required in quenching me Your strength—the last of it— will you use to bring me once again to calm Only when you have nearly blacked will I depart and subside abated and once again subdued. ...for now... |
Excellent poem. It seems to be the voice of a person who demands attention like a pet or an infant. Is that the subject? Good use of line breaks and rhythm created by the variations in long and short vowels. Bravo.
Excellent use of language, creating a sense of sinister power. Is it’s name Addiction?
Hm… it’s something rather like an addiction; or perhaps it could be considered one that virtually all people begin to acquire in late childhood.