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!