The Devil's Chair

The Devil’s Chair

The Devil’s Chair is covered in dark red velvet,
It calls to me, and I comply.
I sit, and it engulfs me.
I forget what it was I am supposed to do…
Was I planning to write?
All thoughts are drained away.
Motivation?
What is that?
Drive and desire are siphoned into nothingness.
I pick up the TV remote,
Idly flipping through channels,
Hoping to find inspiration,
Finding instead…
Deterioration.
Minutes morphing into hours,
What was it I was supposed to do?
I must get out of this chair
I need to pee
I need to eat something, to drink.
To sleep would be better, I think.
I pull my big, fluffy blanket over
And cover myself in its warmth
Sleep is a sweet siren song, promising dreams
And escape.
All I have to do is wrap myself up
Sleep is waiting to hold me, and to caress me
Dreams are waiting to take me somewhere besides here,
Anywhere, but here.