The Devil In Me | Konam Binditim Samuel

Not a single day lived
Without wishing I was different.
The things I hate to do are the things
I easily find myself doing
And The things I love to do
are the things I barely do.
This devil in me, O this devil in me.

I am one person in my imagination
But in reality I am another.
The more I try to break thy shackles
That have held me captive and set myself free,
the more I get myself more entangled in thy web.
This devil in me, O this devil in me.

When will thy days over like the days of Noah
So that I can be set free of thy bondage?
When will the discourse of my own life
Be determined by my own self
So that I can walk in the lane of my interest?
When will thee cease clouding my life with thy enigma so I can be free like a bird in the sky?
This devil in me, O this devil in me.

©samuel_konam

Poet's note: It's really amazing how convenient it is for us to indulge in sinful acts but when it comes to doing what is good, we find it very difficult if not impossible to do. Maybe, there's a spiritual connotation to that.