Obsession

It was mine.

It IS mine.

Nothings changed,

or has it?

NO, I'm not gonna let it,

IT WAS MINE IN THE FIRST PLACE

and it still IS.

Mine to console.

Mine to not to share.

Mine to call it mine.

Mine!

Clench your fist.

Mine!!

Tighten it and feel the nails dig.

Mine!!!

Rage twisted with Possession.

MINE.

He hits the wall to hurt it,

and come up with blood instead.

He tries to cry and wash away the rage,

shedding tears of blood instead.

Frustration.

This is what it feels like.

What it feels like, 

when you ram on the wrong wall,

What it feels like, 

to think you own something 

you thought you owned.

Obsession.

Obsessed.

yes you are,

now a mad man.

Malsha Walgamage©

13 September 2010