The Obsessed Man Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

You are my abyss,
my shadow,
my darkness.
You are the master of my thoughts,
turn on and flow inside me.
Consume me,
absorb me,
possess me.
For I have been just as so,
a void,
a bag of flesh and bones.
One which is in need to be filled with your ideals and your ever-presence.
Withering in thine arms, it's just living anew...
Living on ties of poisonous prisons, is just waking from my slumber.
These I say because I cannot deprive myself of you.