This is a poem I wrote in 2008. Decided to reblog it!
I opened the door and went in,
With a guilt inexplicable within;
To get something I knew I wanted
By giving in to temptations undaunted.
The old lady saw me and smiled.
She knew I vacillated a while,
Knew how much I resisted coming,
And yet she knew what was forthcoming.
There was a finality in her glance
As if she knew I had no chance
Of limiting myself, of tethering myself,
Or ever winning a debate with myself.
She had an expression of disapproval
As if, since last time, I’d grown a soul
And decided against this path again.
She would oblige me but with disdain.
I told her what I was looking for
She sent me to a corner unseen before
I went obediently and stood aside
To let hedonism and resistance collide
With a clear winner, as always
Favoring satisfaction over malaise
I took what I wanted…
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