Seizure of Momentary Thoughts 12/23/05

The instant gratification was fleeting

Irrational, primal desires needed meeting

An instant relieved the addiction

Over and over again as it grew and grew

A single thought fueled expectation

The momentary rush I once knew

Filled, out of breath, heart racing for the feeling

The feeling lasts a moment, but after I am still dealing

The pain, the loss, emptiness

This feeling wasn’t worth it – laying in brokenness

There is nothing in this fulfilled feeling

Nothing but a bitter aftertaste of death

Feeding on me: alone and afraid, reeling

Repentance – the old life I’ve left

These thoughts must be subjected, seized

That life may flourish deep down beneath.

Jason A. Muckley