I have thoughts
endlessly swirling in my head
Thoughts that
celebrate evil and shun good
Thoughts that
wander to darkness
Fleeing from light.
There's a constant
battle.
Battlefield; my
conscience
Where two higher
powers lay rest
Beautiful sweet
good
Urging me to
light, drowning out the boom of the voice of
Repulsive evil.
Bad I am
needlessly drawn to like a moth to flame
Evil that's shows
forth my vices
Vices that bring
me shame
Sends friends far
And turns lovers
away.
I have thoughts that
noise won't hide
And silence
refuses to diminish
Thoughts as black
as night
Manifesting in
speech and action.
I have thoughts to
kill such thoughts
But my evil won't
commit suicide
Leaving me one
choice,
Hoping I have the
courage to do the necessary.
1 comment:
Firstly, this is a good poem but not a great one. That thin line between good and great is attention to detail, something people usually forget to do. Poetry is an overflow of hidden emotions but when letting it out you should check back on what you dished out for the public to read. Your poem comes from a very deep place, the core of your heart and I for one was pleased that you carried out your description with an unmistaken proficiency in the English language. However, u still mixed elevated grammar with that of d simple... I dont know if this is your preferred style in writing but I would advice you stick to one. All in all it has potential and I see you going places Nkem... Lot of love, Lola.
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