January 15, 2009

My Enemy



My enemy is not in my sight

But every where, he makes me tight

He disturbs, my confidence
with the instincts, of coherence

He throws options, as his weapons
Which pauses even, my defence actions

He proposes, to proceed my walk
And spreads the carpet of doubts, in my path

He mutes my mouth, in front of the group
To restrict me under, one roof

He imposes, conflict in my mind
With out the solutions, to find

Never he harms, physically
But he hurts, mentally

This battle commenced, since my birth
Seems to be persist, until my death

As a warrior, i can fight
If he did not find, my heart it as his seat

No other tactics of battle, is in my hand
Rather than, pleading to God

Oh God! Teach me the way, to deal -
my enemy " who is is my own soul...

5 comments:

Hurricane Me said...

i like your insanity, it seems familiar to me. :)

CLAY said...

"He throws options, as his weapons"
Brilliant--Your insanity seems to be your greatest gift sir. I will follow you now traveler.

Cheers,
Clayrn Darrow
M.IV

L. Rochelle said...

Really like your poetry.
Your heart is stronger than the "enemy's" intention!

Thanks-
Lyn

Robyn Love Steele::Calligrapher said...

I love your poetry. Not sure how you found me. But I am glad. I'm going to show your poems to my husband. He will love them.

JaMarlon said...

Whoa!!! Truly identifiable. The battle within us all is to defeat ourselves... we are often our own worst enemies. Thank you for this one.

Peace and blessings...
J.