What is it to be compelled?
What is it to have a feeling ****** upon?
Like a needle
It ******,
Scratches and sticks
Stays in mind
Repeats, rewinds and repeats
Time and time and time...

Until, another comes about
Pricking, sticking and repeating
Like the one prior
Only different in its nature
Stemmed and born to cater
The prototype that preceded
Predicated on deceiving
One's perception of the first.

And another third to sift off the second
And a forth to sift off the third...

Leaving one deaf, blind and dumb
Becoming nothing but an outcast;
A sad and lonely ***.
Immobilised and cocooned in bed;
The warm glimmering shine of sun-
Touch not registered  
Given the compelled numb.