I've been drawn in and consumed
Like a moth is to the flame
The warmth and light are so enticing
But they both burn all the same

That's the way it has become
Between poetry and me
What used to bring me comfort
Now burns to the third degree

At first it kindly took me in
Guided me in words that set me free
As it gently took my hand
Then bit the hand that feeds

I watch as my friends live their lives
Happy Go Lucky Free
And here I am tied to this ball and chain
That I call poetry