by Joel Howard
the adversary addresses me flippantly today
and like a puppet he inspires my lips with questions:
"Will I be enough? Will I have enough?
Darn! I am surely bound to run out!"
I drop my hands and my neck bows down
soul now forlorn
Look back above, the enemy's left
Now the choice is mine:
Do I give the lies airtime in my mind?
Or leave them behind?