Enemy Of The Mind Poem by Godfrey Morris

Though I seduce to play your mind

Like Orpheus lyre - dispell me for'ver

To the deepest darkest corner of thought

Remove my seed to bear no fruit

Unless to see me grow then feel no more

And be so defiled

For as the moon defends her sky

against the perils of the villanous night

shield your every atom of thought

Build a wall to block me

If you choose to cherish your heart

Or be consumed to lose all touch

Hence hate become your fate

But I pray its not too late


copyright(c) godfrey morris 2013