An Invitation to Corrupt

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A poem about my addiction; my sadistic companion who offers me the world and then turns around and takes it all away. How can I show the real me to anyone when I've had to wear a mask to disguise the reality that the real me is gone?

Submitted: January 07, 2016

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Submitted: January 07, 2016



An Invitation to Corrupt


Yet again, I find myself on this familiar ground

Travelling through the forest of my folly

Passing my youthful ghosts as I walk

Unable to warn, or make a sound


I’ve learnt these lessons, my life’s on repeat

Making the same unnecessary mistakes

I can’t escape this self-deprecating cycle

I need to dance to a different beat


You take hold of my body, my mind, my soul

Manipulating me at every turn

I’m like your puppet in this tragic play

Is my total destruction your sadistic goal?


I try to shut you out, bury you; forget

I spend a moment in peace, but then

I turn around and seek your company

Knowing all the while I will regret


I can’t seem to break your suffocating hold

Your tendrils of promises wrap around me

They squeeze, but gently soothe

And once it’s over I’m back in the cold


You are my demon, my cross to bear

I invited you in, now you won’t leave

Corrupting forever the intimate me

Now I can only offer this blank stare

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