Mary Farag writes: Algorithm
It was a voice.
The softest whisper,
Yet it made all my hairs stand up and shiver.
My mind was gone,
Under the spell of the strongest liquor.
What came after was all a blur.
Words so clear they could cut through air,
Mesmerized, couldn’t help but stare.
With fog all around, there wasn’t much to see,
I couldn’t even breathe.
Every harmony lead to a different memory,
Note after note,
What was this voice?
Blocked out every noise,
Completely transparent, like some sort of ghost.
On cloud nine, completely afloat.
There was a moment,
Then reality came back hitting harder than before.
Line after line,
Being pulled, dragged, hypnotized.
Racing heartbeat, unstabilized,
Broken down, completely patronized.
I let it take me.
For a fraction of a second I thought I saw,
Something I swore I had long forgot.
Fragmented memory of a somewhat old friend,
Sins that never made their way around to amends.
Master plan, worked so well,
Beautifully calculated, completely captivating,
Derived from a perfectly coincidental situation.
You’d found your way back,
Into the tattered remains of a heart I once had.
I guess I lost.
This time I drowned,
Staring into the eyes of everything I’ve ever wanted,
but could never have.
“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak.” ~ Matthew 26:41