my occlude

 

The threat is evident

Dark shadows cast upon me

As I retreat in fear

My enemy has arrived

For so long, I forbade you

For so long, you’ve persisted

I have never been able to escape

Your wretched outstretched evil

Toward me, begging me, wanting me

How I yearn to avoid you, to withdraw from you

You have made your pain mine

As I shun myself from your words

Piercing pain prodding my plight

Blinding my sight, darkening my light

So now you stand before me

Even- with my height, even- with my sight

Standing in my way of fruition

Blocking myself from ambition

Hindering my volition

In recognition… I see, myself, looking back at myself

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

The power of evil. Evil loves to attack us when we are at our best. He doesn't want to see any fruition take place in our lives. You mirror a constant battle we have to partake in all the days of our lives. Awesome piece Jason. Your words reach into my mind and make me think!!!