The Fight Poem by Julie Shirley

The unknown overcomes me,
I fall to my knees
And beg it to stop.

Its eats at me,
My mind is gone,
Sense of direction is lost.

Its got me trapped,
Curled around it's fingers,
I beg it to stop.

But it grasps me tighter
As if it loves my pain
Like I love it's presence,
It's feeling,
I beg it to stop.

It drives deeper,
To an area that should
Have never been crossed,
I beg it to stop.

I give it what it wants,
My conscience is lost,
Gone for the moment,
I beg it to stop.