Its presences overshadows
the sweet thoughts
in my mind.
It’s broken so it craves power.
It feeds on your desires
to drain the chance
you hoped for, its muscles
yank you down by your hair
you’re overthrown.
The curious beast prowls
around you ready to feast
on your intelligence.
It’s hungry and you’re starving.
Squashing you with its embrace
it’s deadly instinct to do what
It knows best:
to destroy gratefulness,
to play with jealousy,
to seduce what you yearn for.
Trapped now
it drags you into its den
to see who you are inside
abolishing peace within yourself.
He can sense the fear
of not having it all
and the pain that
you feel for letting
your circumstance
define you
and pound the bridge
between satisfied
and the inevitable.
Its built will forever
diminish your well being.
Its majestic appeal
is to appeasing that no
one can fight the sensation
that it makes them feel
He is real
He is the gorilla.