Obsession

Once I was deeply obsessed To my preacher my problem I confessed, After I told him what my obsession was He said unto me an obsession is not love. An obsession is truly an awful desire Which can leave you to ruin or unto hell's fire, An obsession can be about anyone or anything Pain and suffering and sadness is all it will bring. But, I was so very and utterly obsessed As unto my infatuation I confessed, I became preoccupied and crazed both day and night I could not ever think strait or see right. Then I talked and I listened to family and friends I then sorrowfully made my apologies and amends, I realized what my obsession had put my family through As I sat alone with my tears on the pew. I was the person with a great obsession As I gave the preacher my final confession, Obsession can lead to suffering and a depressed core; I obsess no more. Randy L. McClave