The Ring of Power - A poem of Frodo's torment in being the Ring-bearer

I feel it hanging on my neck
its cold surface against my breast
For days so long it haunted my paths
and terrorized me when I rest

It drove my mind to endless evil
seizing my will into two
One side as a hideous devil
The other righteous and brave

They tormented me as they crossed my mind
but gradually I was overpowered-
under its power my sense went blind
as slave of the ring of power

I could bear it no longer
my will has begin to fade
Where should I find comfort
Out of this pit of wrath?

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