Devil on my shoulder
It seems of late I can't tune out
The voice of self loathing, fear and doubt
No valid reason to believe what I feel
But like a wave it consumes me, as a shark does a seal
He waits patiently until the time is right
With predatory instincts he knows when to strike
He prays on the weak, he prays on the lame
He prays on the strong, only when they are in pain
He prays on the present, his arsenal the past
In attempts to ruin the future and leave me outcast
He is bent on destruction, his goal is this
To take me from my loved ones, and drag me into the abyss
The devil on my shoulder, most days is never heard
Its only when I am at my weakest that he pummels my mind with words
When my life is out of balance, my health begins to slide
He is at his strongest and working hard to misguide
When my life gets to this point, when he has my ear
Filling my mind with lies, and feeding my fear
It takes time to shut him out and regain control
It takes time to rebuild, my mind body and soul
I am committed to this task and I will overcome
I will not turn away, I will not run
I will regain control, and with it my dreams
I will take back my life and I will go to extremes'
I'll train, I'll write, I'll share, I'll fight
When it's all said and done he will run from the light
As I rebuild my life, and regain my spirit
His power will fade, his voice I won't hear it
So for those who I have hurt, for those who still care
I ask for your patience through this war I declare
Every breath, every rep, every tear, every rhyme
The battle starts now, one day at a time.
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Submitted on December 24, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,521 |
Words | 321 |
Stanzas | 32 |
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