The Man Within Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

the man within me makes me who i am

he is the source of my being

And he controls my life and feelings

Spirit mixed with emotions and grieves

A Breath from the creator

On that faithful sixth day of creation

Natural being beyond description



He direct for steps

As mother hen direct its chicks

spiritually being of old incarnation

physically invisible to the mortal eyes but,

spiritually visible to the immortals

its leaves as the body dies

just like a gas leaves from a container

To unknown destination only known to it



within, the voice speaks humbly

the ten commandment of mosaic law

Which order your ways purely and rightly

Humbly inserted to enforce holiness physically

when try to channel or control, it leaves you

leaves you to your bidden until you understand

it dying, fainted voice so friendly





conscience of mortal s are the man within

spiritual immortal, unchallengeable mountainous beast of value

friendly synonymous to the whirlwind

vanishable like the gas into the air

Beyond microscopic power when its leaves the body

it stimulate your pains and groans grievously when hurt

when in motion, it becomes mulish

to stop you from crimes

munificent ghost but very grievous



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