Again

I won’t do that 
again after having just 
done it again again 
what is it about 
again what gripping hold 
does again have on 
me that when again 
pops its head up 
I look and consider 
when I should look 
away run the other 
direction shield my eyes 
from Medusa’s curiosity dead
for after again comes
the bitter gagging guilt 
and my now well 
known and often recited
and no longer believed 
that I will never 
but always will do 
that ever again again