I do not remember the time
when I still had a choice…
These matters used to
be so clear to me:
Make the right choice at the
relevant time… all should
be easy sailing from there.
So I chose….
I chose to avoid the pull,
the tug and the odd pat on the
shoulder…
then the pat become a slap
and soon a jump and a leap
and the little devil with his fork
was screaming in my ears
DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT!
Then I had no choice
I was compelled
compulsion made me do it
and everything is now taken
away from me,
my sanity
my freedom
I am locked in this cell, this
circle of padded walls where
I live enslaved to the shape of
my choice…. the wrong one
I did not choose
the Devil made me do it
compulsion is my life now
I have no other life now
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compulsion-v-choice/
