In
No turning back
Not heading towards a heart attack
No way to halt
Not turning into a pillar of salt
No direction given
Not an indication of being forgiven
No signals have been alerted
Not the slightest chance of being deserted
No more poetry worth penning
Not a poison in the world preventing
No military brigade could stop
Not the greatest dive off a cliff drop
No escape from fate
Not going to portray myself with hate
No tension released
Not going down on you to feast
No talking with conversation
Not able to rid of admiration
No possibility to find a way out
Not ever going to be your devout
No more pride holding my head high
Not even death would make this feeling die
Once you’re in, you're in
And when you’re in,
You’re in
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.02.17.18:11:00@NYC