I do not remember the time <br />when I still had a choice… <br />These matters used to <br />be so clear to me: <br />Make the right choice at the <br />relevant time… all should <br />be easy sailing from there. <br /> <br />So I chose…. <br />I chose to avoid the pull, <br />the tug and the odd pat on the <br />shoulder… <br />then the pat become a slap <br />and soon a jump and a leap <br />and the little devil with his fork <br />was screaming in my ears <br />DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT! <br /> <br />Then I had no choice <br />I was compelled <br />compulsion made me do it <br /> <br />and everything is now taken <br />away from me, <br />my sanity <br />my freedom <br />I am locked in this cell, this <br />circle of padded walls where <br />I live enslaved to the shape of <br />my choice…. the wrong one <br /> <br />I did not choose <br />the Devil made me do it <br /> <br />compulsion is my life now <br />I have no other life now<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compulsion-v-choice/
