I
danced
.
w
i
t
h
.
thoughts
.
t
h
a
t
.
made
.
m
e
.
blush . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
danced
.
w
i
t
h
.
thoughts
.
I
.
could
.
n
o
t
.
trust . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
(
)
(
I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
.
.
.
a
wild
.
a
n
d
.
winding
ride . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
day . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
night . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
form . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
light . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ a
wild
.
a
n
d
.
winding
ride,
–
–
which
.
w
a
s
.
not
.
quite
.
cruel,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
not
.
quite
.
kind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ not
.
quite
.
low,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
not
.
quite
.
high . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
a
t
–
–
–
the
starting
line . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ a
wild
.
a
n
d
.
winding
ride,
–
–
which
merged
.
e
v
e
n
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
which
merged
.
e
v
e
n
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
which
merged
.
e
v
e
n
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
t
o
–
–
–
colors,
–
–
shapes,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
forms,
.
.
I
.
.
h
a
d
.
never
experienced
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ my
safe
.
a
n
d
.
sure,
–
–
moved
.
t
o
.
insecure . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ my
sharp
.
a
n
d
.
clear,
–
–
merged
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
.
blur . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
thought,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
bring
.
n
o
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
thought,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
bring
.
n
o
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
thought,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
bring
.
n
o
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
.
beneath
.
t
h
e
.
floor . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
.
beneath
.
t
h
e
.
floor . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Miles,
–
–
reaching
miles,
–
–
reaching
miles
–
–
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Miles,
–
–
reaching
miles,
–
–
reaching
miles
–
–
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Miles,
–
–
reaching
miles,
–
–
reaching
miles
–
–
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
sighting
.
s
o
m
e
.
semblance
.
o
f
.
an
.
e
x
i
t
.
door . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
thought
.
f
o
r
.
sure,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
get
.
n
o
.
worse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
it
was
.
m
y
.
voice
.
I
.
heard,
–
–
attacking
.
t
h
e
.
curse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ my
voice
–
–
beating
.
t
h
e
.
boards
.
o
f
.
the
.
e
x
i
t
.
door . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
“!ENOUGH!“
.
i
t
.
screamed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
“!!ENOUGH!!“
.
i
t
.
screamed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
“!!!ENOUGH!!!“
“!!!!ENOUGH!!!!“
“!!!!!ENOUGH!!!!!“
.
i
t
.
screamed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
something
must
.
h
a
v
e
.
wanted
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ something
must
.
h
a
v
e
.
wanted
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
.
.
.
I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
a
t
.
same
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
f
e
l
l
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
much
.
t
h
e
.
same
way
.
I
.
did
before.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2014 where the affected party falls victim to outside influences that grab his/her attention and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of darkness – having difficulty breaking the negative cycle. It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction. The struggle can represent any temptation, addiction, compulsion, or distraction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.