Obsession

• Shaylah Ryan-sherriff, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2017

Can you feel it? The creeping of obsession
When something you possess begins to take possession
Further and further you sink into disorder
Pirouetting along the peace and chaos border
Look in the mirror, look at me. That drug does not grant you serenity
Please take a step back and look at yourself
The chewed down nails, the ailing health
What you hope to see is not reality
Consume your idle fancy not. It will rip you up and let you rot
One small moment in exchange for your soul
It's not worth the heart shaped hole
You are yourself, not your attachment
Don't build for your mind a broken catchment
Come back now, please be strong life is short and life is long
What you hope to see is not reality