Oh how the enlightenment
pours from your lips
and drips like honey from your tongue.
Burns my brain
causing incessant pain
to my already bruised pride
leaving nowhere to hide,
from the words that whip me
and wake me from a delicate slumber
comfortable in the lazy passing
of yet another year.
The feeling of impotence
at having to really decide for myself
to move into action
daring to express
the difference between you and I.
Caring enough to risk losing
the drug that I have become addicted to
the lie that feeds my mind
with feelings of its own importance.
Acceptance of dependence,
reluctance to freedom
and the realisation that I am alone.