Suzanna Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

RED EYED SNAKE


Poison in our head
makes the red eyed
snake awake from its bed.
Yes, the snake that feeds on
your negative thoughts
makes you think “their out to get you”
even when they’re not.
It all started in childhood
when you heard the words
“Don’t, your bad, and you should.”
Yes, the evil seed is planted then
making your mind your foe not your friend.
So with emotions controlling your mind
you lose control and wrapped up in twine.
Twine of the snake who controls you with poison
like a drug you have not chosen.
Once you become consciously aware
Then you can change your fate if you dare.

Written by Suzanna Chevalier on May 24,2011

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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