Compelled Poem by Shameca Biggs

Your silence compels me to scream; instead I whimper
Your distance compels me to cling; instead I simmer
Your laughter compels me to melt; instead I hide
Your touch compels me to hunger; Still I cling to my pride


Your neglect compels me to hatred; instead I suffer
Your abuse compels me to recoil; and still I want no other
Your intellect compels me to marvel; and I do
Your passion compels me to fade deeper into you


Your love has handicapped me; still I'm compelled to be
Your Evils and your Faults; still you have me bought
Your Egotism and your Charm; still bring me harm
Your choice of You over Me; still I refuse to see


Your conditional illogical love; compels me like a drug
Your knowing of this all; compels me still to fall