Battle In The Id Poem by Greg Gaul

In I'd slide, then slid, into the id
Inside, the thorny thicket ten foot high
Buried behind my mind, where it has hid
Arising around me, no way to get by

In the throes of the hedgerow, the ego goes
A word warrior of literate gore
Sits there, a moaning monster, as it grows
Each foe that's fought, it brings on one more

The volley of verses is too insane
Our self survives, then thrives as ego contrives
Why is there no reason one can explain
To take on all comers, ending their cries

That battle that we wage and want to win
If you do, you've slayed you within



Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021