The devil lives in me,
I know, I let him in,
So many decades ago,
When I committed the sin.
I was only a child,
But the sin, it was not mild.
It’s my burden to bear,
Not many left to care.
I thought he was gone,
But I see that he’s back,
Choosing my words,
Waiting to attack.
Darkness looms near,
But death is what I fear.
It’s freedom I crave,
before going to my grave.
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The Devil Within
PoetryA SHORT and original poem about living with the devil inside. *´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•` ♥ Thank each and every one of you for reading and as always, your comments are welcome!
