Now comes a phase with a new journey,
Some forlorn desires are devil’s new attorney,
I think I have quelled and quashed them,
Still sometimes I see them lurking at the helm.
Here is my horizon I would like to touch,
But devil’s advocate seems to return to the perch,
My dreams sometimes dream of the nightmare,
Like a parasite they search their share.
I wake up at the middle of the night,
Deride them, fighting them like a knight,
Mornings are like herbs I need,
Bruised and battered I try to feed.
Sun has the light to heal,
Free, firm, happy and loved I feel,
Will I find an angel again?
Or should I make the devil my friend?
This battle needs me victorious,
These questions only seems vicious,
I know answers lie within me,
Only have to open my eyes to see. . .
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