Event Horizon:

Seven seconds
Far to long
Thoughts of you
Cascade through my mind
And stumble through my heart
Every millisecond
Each and every day
I am finding myself
Both dead and alive
Constantly off-balance
Disorientated
I don’t know where I am
Yet I’m loving it
Infatuated infatuations
Feelings I never felt before
There is a first time for everything
Love is the drug
And I need to score
Addiction it’s never subjective
It comes when it comes
Ready or not
And out of the blue
Hitting me square
And right between the eyes
Defences I have none
No walls behind which to hide
No river in which to lose myself
Heart-breaks and disappointments
Swept aside
Now distant memories
Resistance it’s futile
The Universe It nods its head
You are unavoidably insurmountable
I am hooked and I need you
Intravenously and at my bedside
PDSD, I want it all
Prolonged and constantly
Duress and coercion
I’ll take all that you have
Stress and tension
Your Love is my traction
Never a disorder
But the light
At the end of the tunnel
And I am inexplicably drawn
Like a moth to the fire
With gravitational intent
No denying the attraction
You’re my
Event Horizon

the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your Ringmaster”

Original words and thoughts penned of heart & mind of:
©Warren Mace, A.k.a the Dyslexic Poet™

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