Incubus
Bringing sins from my past
Into the present, a twinkling
Filling my thoughts, sprinkling
My heart in shadows to last
This feeling, this darkness
Colors my feelings in black
Doubt comes with it to attack
Leaving my heart with starkness
It brings depression and sorrow
Beyond any fears, tears or years
Silenced by the blackest affairs
Worrying the joyous in tomorrow
With his evil destruction, he abides
In the appalling abysmal of doubt
Where he feeds on every burn out
Thrives on the corruption, his guide
Some call him the devil, the fraud
Who invents new sins to upset you
Leaving hearts feeling less than blue
he just wishes he could be like God
He is my enemy from everlasting
I never want to give him the chance
To whisper his terrifying mischance
Through me, so sin is overcasting
I won’t give him the benefit of the doubt
I know his taunting is my heart’s rival
When he comes around, I need revival
So next time he takes another route
Listen to my prayer – today and forever
With God, all things are possible
So this road to my soul is uncrossable
Because I know God, he’s not so clever!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1. Incubus
March 9, 2023
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