It pulls at me,
Clinging on so tightly.
Suffocating,
Tugging ever so slightly.

It pulls at me,
Each tug, a little harder.
Absorbing,
Diminishing my interest.

It pulls continually,
Each day, everywhere.
Calling,
Even at the brink of death.

It pulls strongly,
An electromagnet?
Attracting,
I could never be at rest.

It pulls painfully,
Away from the rest.
Hurting,
It’s just hard to… It’s a pest.

It pulls, then,
It lets go.
Falling,
And I’m all alone.