The Compromised Man

Your words are like the deepest of infections Spreading throughout all of my perception Mutating into an uncontrollable disease Relentlessly, you resolve, your need to just feed Your mind can’t process proper nutrition Leaving you susceptible to complete submission For the truth terrifies the depths of your soul Inside you are aware that you’re no longer in control Yet you continue to send out your messages and cues Yearning and burning to uncover something new Little boy lies, little boy cries, Little boy, desperately needs to Not compromise. BY: Sabina Nicole