This Struggle

Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they roam inside your head.

This Struggle

Trapped in my head,

thoughts so impure

that they might

make Satan blush.

The heart of a lion

held captive

by a wayward

and loose will.

Cognitions corrupted

by cascading creatures

of the blackest night.

A Catholic soul

that struggles to assert

any authority,

as Original Sin

is stained with darker

inks.

Save me from these demons,

cast them out,

before I save myself!

 

21/09/17

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine poem that lives from inner tension, from contradiction, from struggle, and one that that throws up all kinds of fascinating theological questions..a poem I enjoyed !

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Leslie!

[Einstein Noodle]

posting this on my bathroom mirror ..we are sinful and in need ..i love the wisdom of dark sin having a link to darker deeper horror ... it is a struggle that goes on forever ... but each small victory of choice can drive a whole bucket of darkness away .. your closing line is intriguing for me ... not sure i ken your meaning ;}
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah final line tis but a reference to the ultimate exit. Many thank yous 'E'

[Einstein Noodle]

ahhh .. yes...makes sense :(

[wordman]

the on going struggle with good and evil..
well that ole pope can spray you with holy water

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye Ron he could but it would not influence my dislike of the Catholic church (not the Catholic faith. Many thanks.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. I felt the struggle of the heart and the body. The strong description made the reader feel the emotions. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[Hebe]

This must include everyone .... our demons surface occasionally. Great write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah but I guess we think tis only us who are so afflicted at the time. Many thaks Hebe.