Bad Habits
Bad habits do they ever stay away
All strong efforts made to quit may sway
Deeper it seeps into dark pores
Hovering as a mole with thick sores
Admitting pressure load to carry
Biting deep into the soul to worry
Inviting demons stealing dearth cold
Teasing spirits coming across closed fold
Searching for realms to stop this hold
Copyright © Faith Idomeh | Year Posted 2019
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