the meddles he makes, the losses he gets

 

twitches of flesh, i grapple.

this skin, this worldly i mean.

the enemy grips me, i resist.

 

twice and thrice, and more,

he induces craving.

i evade him, & his fast-food.

 

i’m not confined in my past.

sheltered, i breathe a whole disposition of truth.

rising by conviction, flying and going;

 

there are games that i forsake and

dispel the compromises.

the enemy chases.

 

prying, he’s prying on me but

i’m clever, i’m shrewd.

my Lord and i outsmarted the beast!

 

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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