Everyday, I fight
I pray to God to help me win
Lest I become overwhelmed,
Lest I despair
For I try to parry life’s blows,
But I am overpowered
But I beg the Lord,
Hold my hand, pull me close
Help me stand, give me strength
For it seems I am drawn,
To life’s vanity and pleasure
Its blinding lights and buzzing sounds,
They seem to call for my attention
I dim my eyes, I cover my ears
But the blitz and glitz seeps through
And I want a bite,
‘A taste won’t be bad’, I say
I hope this pilgrim progresses
Lest I wallow in sin
And draw my picture, like Dorian Gray…

(c) Chukwudi I.