Unable to change the rhythm
my song remains the same
a melody of seduction
I leave a trail of destruction
not visible to observation
I feel the pain, the desolation
No broken bones bruises or blood
never a slap punch or kick
my violence is subtle, unseen
The reality of my behaviour
is hidden by a mask of civility
a smile a gesture, my craving
Words to enchant and beguile
luring the willing listener
trapped by longing, my addiction.
- Ciaran Burke
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