The Battle (Spiritual Warefare)

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This poem defines the struggle of an individual. As he see himself on the mirror, he sees a two sided character himself and his darker self. His lustful desires chained him to the point where he is unable to escape. Fear consumed him but he hasn't given up the fight. He prayed and help came from above. I had trouble writing this poem especially the ending, but bare with it. Please leave a comment. Thanks :).

Ps: I can't seem to fix the format of my writing (using my ipod touch), all the capital letter is the new start of a new line and most of the poems I write has ten beat (syllables) including this one. Again please bare with it.

Submitted: October 21, 2012

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'lone, I watch a reflection of myself
On the mirror, wings creeping on my back,
Dark as night, conceived by my inner self.
A shadow squirming itself on my track;

Pulling and craving for my soul, my life;
Seeking ways to destroy my every thought;
Resisting the lies it brings, cuts me like a knife;
Weakened, what strength is there for me to sought.

My feeble flesh and spirit is held captive, chained;
Fear has now become my closest friend, here,
In this never ending dream, I'm retained
And no one but this shackle I hold near.

This battle is at the edge of my bone;
This flame within my heart is faintly dimmed
As I scream for help, nothing, not one tone
Came out of my mouth in this course untrimmed;

Nothing but the sound of metals clashing,
As others fights for their soul and flesh;
Not a sting of air, but ashes falling;
Weakening spirit falls, down went their flesh.

My mind is confined by these heavy thought'
Shielding me away from the joy I've felt.
I won't give up, this battle must be fought;
Despite all the wounds these demons have dealt.

A simple prayer was send high above;
Wings from the heaven roarèd in numbers;
Angels descends to protect those they love;
Like cowards, away these demons lingers;

A radiant light illumined the dark sky
Blinding every flesh, nothing can compare
His Majesty, imps shrieked in there despair.
Alas! The Saviour has come, hear our cry.

Oh, break this heart and make it beat once more
And to You I give this life evermore.


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