Plight of the Obssessed

Plight of the Obssessed

A Poem by Eddie Phillips

It is not easy to admit when you are obsessed.
It is scary to realize that you are a slave to a person's requests.
You long for their smile and the energy they bring to a room.
You are mesmerized by the smell of their cologne and perfume.
You tingle down your back when they simply whisper your name.
Their embrace brings you rapture as you bow to passion's flame.
Obsession is magnetic, so you become enthralled by your lover's body and soul.
You would snub pain and orbit oblivion praying they can make you whole.
Inside you know that their star is a hot flame in your heavenly sky.
However, you grab hold of it and scream in ecstasy while you fry.
Oh, it is a sad thing to know that you have become truly obsessed.
You become another worshipper destroyed by giving a false idol all that you possess.

© 2018 Eddie Phillips

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This is great, I actually wrote a poem about this recently too. Obsessions/addictions over other people are typically harmful and create an unhealthy cycle of dependence and hurt. It's that whole "you're killing me, but I can't live without you" syndrome.

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Eddie Phillips
Eddie Phillips

Denver, CO

Writer, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..