ENEMY

Heavenly therapy is my greatest strength,
you sit under your desk waiting for me to break,
like a river snake waiting for the perfect day,
to see me weep just like before,
but when my constant prayer rips, you off,
you're so-called moniker,
I'll be sitting here in silence,
watching everything as you crawl inside out,
confused in disbelief that he is real,
and looking for something better,
than which you wear,
I've felt the truth seen the light,
no one can take that away,
not even you,
but you can try,
Just to fail,
you'll sit there,
In despair and defeat,
of the greatest miracle in me,
I know my part,
and where I stand,
I will pity you from across stormy winds,
of centuries to come,