Basic Torment

It's been almost week of the most basic torment. I started Monday hoping for the best But then the shadow of my past comes back to haunt me. I tried to ignore the soulish beckoning, But the devil has a devious masterplan . . . And I couldn't escape. Tuesday was much more difficult Now with the devil beside me. . . Reminding me of what kind of person I am Imprinting me with feelings that I thought Were already lost at sea. Wednesday was such misery. There was he. Taunting. Yet even an armlength seems a mile away. Never touching. Yet the fantasy is there . . . But there is an invisible wall. And ofcourse The magic code of ethics Hanging over my head. Thursday was an icepick That has burst my bubble of arrogance. Three days of undrank coffee - Three days of heart palpitations - It was the most basic of torments . . . Only to find out that I was only assuming nothing. Damn it . . .