Poem: Obsession

Can feel it
Can touch it
Can taste it
Always on my mind

Desire it
Crave it
Think about it
Only one thought is ever present

I track it down like
I’m on the hunt
Always within my grasp
But yet always out of reach

I must have it
Must own it
I have to be the soul
Possessor of it, the only one

Clouds my mind
Would kill for it
Would die for it
It can only be mine

Happiness comes with it
Peace follows
Obsessive hunger
I must feed the need

Can see it
Can hear it
Can smell it