Where Is It

I’ve looked for it, I thought it was gone
But alas I see that I was not fortunate enough
Its smirking followed me with grace
Its mighty pen is weaker than the sword……
Oh heart of mine, why don’t you leave me alone?
You promised me you’re were going away
And yet within me, thumping you are.

Begone Satana!
Begone forever!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Bangalee Avatar
December 31, 2019 at 4:13 AM
Its mighty pen is weaker than the sword……/ Oh heart of mine, why don’t you leave me alone?/// superb expression
Johnson Avatar
April 22, 2019 at 8:53 PM
Personal torment can haunt you from within. It can make you wonder if it's because of sin. And when we pray to change ourselves and do what we think's right. Sometime's it just won't go away and keeps us up at night.
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