Poetry Corner in a Round Room

[hiddenmuse]

ENEMY

It all started innocently enough.
You were presented to me as a necessity.
You offered many things.
How was I to know that you'd become an enemy to me?
Those days that I didn't have anyone, you were there for me.
You offered a sense of consolation.
You kept me placated for the time.
Kept my mind off the multitude of worries that surrounded me.
How was I to know that you'd betray me?
You were a mere substitute for what I really needed.
But, what did I need?
What was the intangible, inconsolable,
incomprehensible thing that I was insatiable for?
What you had to offer later ended up leading to misery and disillusionment.
A substitute for someone to listen to my worries.
You never really loved me, did you?

Now, I struggle to rid myself of you.
Yet, I cannot.
I need you everyday to exist.
You are a true necessity and an addiction in the same breath.
The times I've come so close to traipsing off with Ana,
only to have you call me back with your Siren song.
You know my weaknesses, and you take advantage of it when you can.



What do you do when your enemy is food?

{Written 11 January 2001}