By Jenn (jennzoo@hotmail.com)
Date: 7 January 1999

turmoil

While in deep slumber
you steal
into my mind.
You take hostage 
my dreams,
then trip loudly
throught the rooms
of my heart
to find and molest
my soul.
You blackmail me
with soft words
and deep murmurs,
and jail me with desire.
My cell is small,
and beats wildly,
threatening to burst
with fear of joy.
I loathe that I love
my warden.
My aversion to this
hunger that I have
keeps me
willingly caged.
I strive to avert
the disaster
I feel so fated
to endure and
euphoria such as this
makes me
weep.