Self contempt

The wicked one
resides within.
Ridiculing every time
after its win.

With the ego
it always persists,
whose actual base
never exists.

Cheap nature is
what its wearing.
On inner peace
its always feeding.

Hard is battle
with its negativity.
Because easy is fall
for its luring gravity.

Temporary is the joy
after its victory,
because longing afterward
always presents us misery.

Probably, this war is the one
which keeps us alive n occupied.
Without this combat within,
existence is totally ossified.