The Devil

 

 

Try turning him down –impossible.

Just try speaking out –unimaginable.

I open my mouth but I cannot say no,

I live between helplessness,

I live between hope,

I live in a place where no love can grow,

Ending up in his bed-

But then feeling alone,

How can I explain?  

You see you HAVE to let him in-

I have the DEVIL in my life,

He owns my heart, my soul, my skin...

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Heart, soul, and skin

This poem was unbelievably raw for me, what true words, between helplessness and hope. Breathtaking write.


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