QUAGMIRE

Hunted like a wild animal,

Cornered to the whims

 Of a predator,

He was trapped!

Ambushed, with no route of escape

To fight now or believe the truth,

Was his stark dilemma

And he had no power to overcome

For he was inclined to surrender

Slave to his errors,

And there were many,

Errors of omission, that is

Enticed, knowingly returning

To that point of juxtaposition,

Where love and hate recline

Bowing daily to the wile

Of the weakness- inside

Hating the predator outside

Loving the predator inside

Not willing to contend

With the overpowering desire,

To enjoy what he had grown used to.

Slave to his habits,

And there were many,

Errors of commission, that is

He was deceived, failing to see

 That there was one enemy

And he could fight,

Passively or actively

If he believed

That no gambit,

No stratagem, no snag,

Plot, ploy or artifice

Could ever befit him

Copyright©2013 by Camille Caliscia Patrick