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The Phantom
As a wisp of light, a warm wind, a shadow,
the Phantom moves
Unseen, yet, we feel a presence,
the Phantom watches
The motivation to reach for a “feel better something”,
the Phantom waits
Awaits the weaknesses we all possess,
the Phantom lurks
Awaiting a chance to pounce, to enter our spirit,
the Phantom lives
Provoking actions, which are wrong….evil,
the Phantom takes control
Feeding on our weaknesses, weakening our thoughts,
the Phantom grows powerful
Living through us, our thoughts, our being, our actions,
the Phantom survives
Pounding on us, as a leopard on its’ prey
Devouring our every need…our being
Until, we become the very thing we’re using
The Phantom, our Addiction, has won!
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