Obsessions And Complusions Poem by Nick Kler

My days are getting shorter
Nights go on and on
Surrounded by my obsessions
To a point of false confession's

They carry within themselves
Their own implications
You are presented with so many gift
Beautifully wrapped
Are brand new complications

I cry, i do not want them
But, you have to accept them
with folded hands
They have brought them for you
with such pain n devotion

So I fall into the arms of compulsion
Where I can finally rest
But, I can no longer feel
The very life inside of me

Nick kler