Stop it, Devil.
You haven't won
And I won't let you win.
But I gotta stop acting
Like you have.
I can't give in.
Even when it's so easy to quit.
It's so easy
To cry all the way home.
It's so easy
To go back to
What was known as comfort
And bask in its familiarity.
Maybe its best
To just take some time.
Hoping that time would wait
And allow me to pace my race.
But, in reality,
Time don't give a s***.
Neither does reality.
Them b****** come swinging in
With an uppercut
That'll throw you beyond the stars.
Then, lay your a** in the grass.
Devil, you haven't won,
But I need to stop acting like I lost.
You're tempting me with those thoughts again.
Leading me to that big black door.
I don't need to open it again.
I'm choosing the light.
I'm choosing to fight you.
Each time.
Even with my small faith,
God still wins me over.
Each time.
Devil, you tremble at my resilience.
You've never seen me so strong.
Not even your darkest, strongest soldier can take me on.
One look at me and he's ready to fall.
And you?
You'll stand there waiting for another moment.
I'll make sure you fail
Each and every time.
As I breathe in your black smoke
And exhaling hope.
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Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4] *RE-EDITS IN PROGRESS*
RandomVarious themed poems inspired by real life, relatable and personal experiences and topics. ***Disclaimer: Any media used is not owned by this author