Season of Madness

We all are constantly tempted by the desires of our flesh, and the right thing to do by our soul. This is my poetic view on it all.

Because there's four walls and four corners

and suddenly I see it all

Because in my mind's absence

my flesh tends to dictate the calls.

In my head I try and turn it off

but the devil doesn't have an off switch

He runs on my desire

He's the dog yet I've become his...

What hurts most is that I like it

My flesh begs for what my soul despises

And I know that my actions are impure

but how long till my body realizes

Sometimes I think that I'm passed it

But then the devil lingers in the shadows

Just waiting for me to stumble

My fleshly desires now his flaming arrows

My God says arm yourself 

so I close my eyes and put on protection

I wasn't invited to my own demise

Feeling like a guest at my sins resurrection  

Where does the cycle end

Is there ever a stop to this sadness

Dancing between flesh and soul

An unbreakable season of madness

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

striking observations......
this dilemma is the real fight........cause of all sufferings...
very well written....
beautiful poem...
i loved it!!!!
:)

[Angelreads]

Thank you!

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome!!! :) :)