Flowing through my being,
Permeating my inner soul,
He controls.

He vexes my nature,
Manipulating me and others like,
Bending us all to his unpredictable will.

He grips my fate,
Holding stubbornly like an unlearned child.
He coaxes my every movement to his convenience.

I used to eat him,
But now he uses me as a fork,
Devouring my soul through my body’s use.

He is not cruel,
But strong.
Controlling.

However, his strength has helped me.
He has forked from my soul truths,
Most I was unaware of.

His coercing can be frustrating,
But is not only life-sustaining,
But intellectually vital to the craft.