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Poetry By Taylor Fink
Life expressed in rhythmic vocabulary
Poetry By Taylor Fink
Enemy Attacks
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Enemy Attacks
Empty the enemy
God's love will, set you free
As you're stepping into, your destiny
The darkness that lingers
As the enemy hinders
My surrender
Taking me back in time
Before You were on my mind
Transformation
Will I make it?
How do I embrace it?
I can barely face it
Faced feeling
Is this how I'm feeling?
Welcome willingness
Wealth to invest
Identifying the in speck
The suffering spot
Inflamed
To enraged to engage
God doing for me what I couldn't do for myself
Active action
Treading traction
Amazed by what's happened
Never easy in completion
A trivial pursuit
Letting loose
Unwind the tense hands
Maturing through recovery
Discovering what's under me
Underground
Where I get turned around
Seeking a solution
For removing what's within
Unconventional methods
Baffles the brain
Airing out the attitude
Coming to conclusions about the cranium
In this process
Of finding purpose
Give it a shot
To get lost
Exhaust the thought
To stop the talk
Chit-chat
I've had enough of that
Inventory the solidarity
This killing spree
within me
Conquering the character
And
Sicken the soul
Ember and ashes
Blowing off steam
Coming clean
The light has been diminished
Though, the warmth remains acquitted
Smoke signals arising
The hope left for admiring
Admit the deficit
Applying the rest of it
Lessons to retain daily
Instruments to find a rhythm
Helping to make decisions
Direction, depicting, destination
Enemy attacks, empty the enemy. God's love will set you free as you're stepping into your destiny. The darkness that lingers as the enemy hinders my surrender. Taking me back in time before you were on my mind. Transformation, will I make it? How do I embrace it? I can barely face it. Face to feeling, is this how I'm feeling? Welcome willingness. Welcome to invest, identifying the inspect, the suffering spot inflamed, too enraged to engage. God doing for me what I couldn't do for myself. Active action, treading traction, amazed by what's happened. Never easy in completion, a trivial pursuit. Letting loose, unwind the tense hands, matured through recovery, discovering what's under me. Underground where I get turned around. Seeking a solution for removing what's within. Unconventional methods baffles the brain, airing out the attitude, coming to conclusions about the cranium and this process of finding purpose. Give it a shot to get lost. Exhaust the thought to stop the talk. Chit-chad, I've had enough of that. Inventory, the solidarity, this killing spree within me. Conquering the character and sick in the soul. Embers and ashes blowing off steam, coming clean. The light has been diminished, so the warmth remains acquitted. Smoke signals arising, the hope left for admire. Admit the deficit, applying the rest of it. Lessons to retain daily, instruments to find rhythm, helping to make decisions, direction, depicting destination.