Life is a boxing match - Psychosis was my round 11,
Believing is round 12 - Thinking of God and Heaven.
Stepping from side to side and envisioning a TKO,
Gloves feeling quite heavy - He'll decide when I go.
I ducked and weaved - Knocked down a few times,
Legs are unsteady - The ropes are blurry lines.
Craving positivity - Casually keeping bad stuff out,
Rounding up numbers - Ready for the final bout.
My opponent is tough - The embodiment of evil,
Licking his lips - Lucifer, the devourer of people.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2025 03:47
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Comments3
A nice metaphor set in poetic style and penned leaving the reader in suspense. Well done
Firstly a commitment to their faith but a wonderfully crafted and entertaining write of humps and bumps we travel through our life, enjoyed the read
You know that Luce guy? Not Lucifer, but me cousin Luce! heehee.
Haha not that I know of.
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