Lucinda Schaffner Poet Lyric

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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