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:
i like your insanity, it seems familiar to me. :)
"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
Really like your poetry.
Your heart is stronger than the "enemy's" intention!
Thanks-
Lyn
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.
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.
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