Sensing The Emotion

I have tasted the emotion, I have fallen on it's rugged terrain
I have bruised and scarred and lamented over its jagged tug
I have tasted moments of giving up, of giving in, of throwing down
I have been weakened, battered and tested
........But I will not let this defeat me

I have heard the words, the thoughts, inside and outside of my head
I have swallowed and choked and chewed the emotion
I have heard its lulling voice, its capture, its trap
I have bled from my ears, from the impounding sound
........But I will not let go in this lullaby

I have felt the emotion, embraced its sensual touch surrounding me
I have been squeezed and restricted and confined in its nature
I have felt the emotion, felt the loss of my will, of my drive, of my passion
I have wounds of anguish and agony that ride on my back
........But I am not ready to fall down

I have seen the emotion, its deceit, its aesthetically pleasing facade
I have run towards it, run from it and run head-on into its web
I have seen the emotion, in all its false beauty and been drawn to it
I have been chosen, hooked and reeled in
........But I will wait patiently until I can escape

I am stuck in the endless webs of jealousy, the never-ending tangle
I have been unwillingly clung to its silk and left to crumble
I am stuck in the endless webs of resentment, the never-ending tangle
Where I have felt the emotion, heard the emotion and seen the emotion
........For all I know the emotion is me
But I, Am not, The emotion.