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 Mar 2018 amme
devante moore
It’s rushing in
Already up to the dash
Drowning in the pain of my present
Future
And past
And I caused this crashed
Swerved off the road trying to dodge all of my issues
Trapped by the seatbelt, strapped to the seat
So tightly bonded by it
I can feel the blood filling into my cheeks
Even if I could move freely
The more the water rushes in
The will to live doesn’t seem to motivate me enough to try and escape
My head is all banged up
And the pain from the whiplash
Rings and gnaws in the back of my head like a migraine
Skull cracked like the bumper
Blood spills out
Like the water flooding in from the shattered glass
There’s no one riding shotgun
Except the issues
While the anger and pain
Rides in the back seat laughing and slapping hands
But they don’t shield me from the impact
Or stop the full force of the blow
I tried to hide my hurt
Maybe that’s why I ride alone
But you could see it clearly like the tire tracks in the dirt
I’ve always tried to convince myself pain is mental
And the more I didn’t think about it
It would all go away
But now that the water is all the way up to my neck
And breathing is a luxury I’ll soon forget
You can lie to yourself all you want but you can’t fool your own heart
 Mar 2018 amme
AS-
A young man struggles

against his desires

when they overpower him

and they grip him uncontrollably

and he says NO

he knows this is a test

he knows right from wrong

but the devil whispers

and capitalises on his youthful desires

to make him sin.

What stronger desire is there to overcome?

From restraining his eyes

From restraining whats between his legs.

The man who can conquer himself in the heat

That man is a king.

He does what other men cannot.

He overcomes himself and attains true mastery over his soul.

He attains closeness to the creator.

What an achievement!
In a hypersexualised environment we are victims to our own desires.
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