I Battle Poem by David Olughu

In my youth, I am enslaved to phases of life,
It's a prime time.
Swirls of varieties of temptations come to tempt my notions.
My brain becomes a disco of myriads of thought and images;
I'm trapped from the inside in imaginary cages.
I'm constantly trying to break free,
free from this cerebral torment,
free from the sways of perversion.
So I battle.
I battle till my bones rattle.
I battle to hold on to my mantle.
I battle.

Upon puberty, I was warned of it's twists.
"That's the old generation", I'd always say,
ignorant of the price I'll have to pay.
Then hormones began to tingle and jingle at the sight of every damsel that is single.
Before I go to bed, I first visit a cinema of thoughts.
Thoughts of actions that hurt.
Thoughts as images I caught.
So I battle.
I battle till my knees are disfigured like an ancient kettle.
I battle till I am no longer in fettle.
I battle.

Friends come.
I share passion with some, but others, I sometimes wonder where I knew them from.
Day by day, I'm led astray and in dismay, I hide away.
The pressure is much,
I'm not sure I can stand such.
Yet, I battle.
I battle till my lips can't tattle.
I battle till I am no longer little.
I battle

I battle!
I battle! !
I battle! ! !
I won't slack. No, I have a master.
I am part of a holy pack, together we press.
I'll keep on looking at the lamb that was slain.
I'll keep on looking at Him that took away my stain.
I'll stay in His presence.
I'll drink of His essence.
I'll rest in His bosom, until I blossom.

I battle and I have victory.

#TheMouthpiece