A battle of wits

poem by: Anna Tate
Written on May 01, 2017

My mind is a battle within thought's occurrence within
My Web of entangled emotions are an ongoing drumming noiselessly din.

I've dined with the devil
I've sat at his table to dine.
I've walked upon the coals of hells fires
And I've outcome all my battles in Satan's entwine

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Christopher Russon commented:

Lovely poem Anne.I think we all have a battle with Satan at times.

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