The Devil Within
I wish that you would leave my thoughts
Never again to return - it would be no great loss
But, no sir, instead you show up in disguise
Each time invading my mind with your lies
Often taking the past form of those that I love
Whispering subtle discouragement, now feeling more like a shove
If only my response could be a yell or a scream
Yet knowing that time is but a fast moving stream,
Clinging to your spite filled words as they are cast
Or grasping for your duplicitous shadows of past
Will not make for me a life saving device
But instead be the anchor depriving this moment's joy of life
I believe this with all of my heart and soul
So, you sir - no matter the outcome - will not accomplish your goal
A convergence of disparagers of both past and present,
You need not clutter my mind, making my thoughts unpleasant
Thank you, but if it's really all just the same,
I'll just pack you up and send you back from whence you came!
© 2013 Shannon
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