So consumed, fighting battles inside my head I unfailingly lose regardless.
The enemy, who grows fiercer as I gradually diminish my simplicity
He who succumbs to the deceptive delight of the adrift path leading nowhere
Who overwhelms me into that deep body, from where dreams above get distorted.
Who is armed with restraints and frailty to fire inside my head
Making me vulnerable, from myself
He who has wounded me greatly enough to kill my spirit needed to face the one outside, while that, grows more robust than ever.
The enemy who is going to be the nemesis of my intent of life...
The enemy who would leave my presence once forever Only when My presence inhabits every moment of my existence,
While I'm awake
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Violence In My Head
PoetryOur ego(in the field of spirituality)really is our biggest enemy....in other words, our mind