I lie there torn between
My loves and my lust.
The angel appears on a shoulder
With halo and wings and a nice angelic smile
As angels should be
The devil appears with much pride and fanfare
With a horn and a stick and a tail with a whip.
And the kids I love and hold to heart appear at one side
An imbalance of the scales.
Of lust and greed and selfish desires
Versus the weight of love.
And I fight within myself
Grasping with unseen forces
Till sleep overcomes
Till it falls down and forms a mist around me
And sleep lulls me to sleep.
