She wavers a while
Knows she should stand guard
Has felt the pain before
But she has a Rival
Passion is not her friend
He descends in Don Juan style
Sweeps her out the door
Yesterday’s dust that had settled
Residue of ashes from old fires
Caught off guard in the moment
She savoured its forbidden taste
Intoxicated by its delirious fragrance
She faints again and again
There are no smelling salts
To revive her back to sanity
Once more the fool
When the music plays again
A piped tune, she’d follow to the end
Into the abyss of regrets
Where guilt bites hard, a rabid dog
Infecting her with madness
Until the face in the mirror
Becomes a stranger
Lost to who she thought she was
Passion has his way with her
Even when she tried to say no
It was merely a whimper
He chose not to hear
Because her actions spoke
Much louder than her words
Reason would find her once again
In the drunken gutters
When the party had ended.
Chevvy's diary 
…and I know how that feels . Passion and reason …sitting on diametric opposites ..I can actaully see their blurred faces mocking me sometimes. This once stirred something in me Chev. Loved it .
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Yes, I see those devils fighting each other😀
It’s like so many things – you know sugar or certain food might be bad for you but you go on regardless. So of course I’m not talking about food here but the same principle applies. Now there’s where I loved Shakespeare’s plays – “To be or not to be? That is the question.
Glad you enjoyed it and hope you’re not eating too many chocolates hahaha!
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hahaha ….na …chocolate is off limits for me as of now ..Lol ( literally and all naughty metaphors included )
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Good Girl! 😀
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Especially loved your “abyss of regret” phrase!
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Thank you. Yes- when you feel sunk with whatever weighs you down. I was thinking of the Pied Piper scenario.
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Hmmmm, I get it
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That was a good one!
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Thank you Sweetheart!
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No, thank you!
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Chevvy,
Nobody does the complexity of relationships thing quite like you!
You really know how to delve into the matter-right into the heart of it!
You own that realm!
C’est magnifique!
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Thank you my Dear. Experience is a good teacher.😀
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Absolutely!
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We all have our weaknesses… why does reason not find us until it’s too late? Well done, Chevvy! 🙂
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Thank you Joan – I guess it’s instinct to want what shouldn’t have and damn the consequences. I’ve pursued many things on the basis of passion rather than reason and it has had its rewards but often there’s risk. 😀
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Great 👍 penned poem.
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There are a great many poems about love and loss. The emotion is widely experienced, but not always well memorialized. This is a powerful and moving statement of how passion can overwhelm intellect, shattering us. Thank you for giving the rest of us words.
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Aw! thanks you so much for your comment Anna.I find it interesting that I might have written with a particular perspective in mind but readers make the poem so much richer with their perspectives. This helps me see angles that I might have missed. But it’s true that no matter how intelligent or wise we may be, passion can turn us into something else.
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