Deep inside there lie some pockets
Full of things left from the past
Like an unexploded bomblet
You can suffer from the blast
Triggered off by painful happenings
Tend to stop you in your tracks
Powerful and unexpected
Are these unprovoked attacks.
If you do not sort them quickly
They will fester like a sore
Poleaxed by the devils prompting
You'll be in a haze for sure
Self worth going down the plughole
Don't believe in what you feel
It is what He thinks that matters
Cling on tight to what is real.