A Slave
Slowly, one's self control ebbs,
as appetites begin to take hold.
The body's defenses crumble,
while temptation grows more bold.
The mind tastes the sweetness
of pleasure's tightening noose.
A chain of craving is formed
to set the drug of addiction loose.
The body becomes the eager slave
to an appetite's endless desire.
Self control dies within the light
of the soul's own forest fire.
As the mind surrenders to want,
the addict's life spins faster.
A slave is born into this world
when the appetite becomes the master.
Copyright © Angie Sharp | Year Posted 2006
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