When Reason leaves

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.

18 thoughts on “When Reason leaves

    1. 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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    1. 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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  1. 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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    1. 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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