My Poems

3. A Deal Worth Making

I shut my door and locked it,
And used my chair to block it.
My parents were fighting again,
When will God end this pain?

I covered my ears and kept my eyes shut,
Waiting for the end of the words that bruise and cut,
Hiding in my room in fear,
There was no one to help me here.

I could hear glass shattering form downstairs,
A big thump and violence were rising flares.
I could hear the screams of my mother's pain,
And my father's violent behavior worse again.

Sitting behind my bed, waiting for this to be over,
I suddenly heard footsteps, barely able to hover.
The footsteps started to become louder and faster.
As up the stairs they went, about to cause disaster.

But suddenly, I heard the footsteps stopped.
I opened my eyes to see two legs, which reminded me of a black mop,
And looked up to see a man, covered in black fur and horns on his head.
I realized that he was the one and only Devil, probably came for my head.

He seemed to be staring at my door, and I looked over to follow his gaze,
Seeing that he somehow stopped time, left me amazed.
Everything in my room, even my ceiling fan, was not moving.
And my window curtains, perfectly closed, were too unmoving.

I then looked back to the Devil, to see him offering his hand to me.
"Oh, come with me, I'll show you how to live for free.
Nobody done a thing on me, done singing in the midnight street."

I refused, at first, to take his hand,
Unsure of what would happen if I did take his hand.
But, at the same time, I was positive that something.
Will happen whether I did or didn't agree to anything.

I stared at him as he pulled out a contract of some sort,
Revealing a deal that can make my torture come short.
But, in return, it says that I work for him,
In his casino, away from this life that's worth thin.

Since I didn't wang to live with this torturous life,
I pulled out a pen and signed the contract, wanting no more of abuse and strife.
Signature and all, the contract was fulfilled, and the Devil grinned mischievously,
And, from that moment, I understood my part of the deal and took it seriously.

The last thing I heard from him that day was his dark chuckling,
Which made me stiffen, ready to do some truckling.
"Oh, diamond deeds, a minimal variety.
I'll play till my fingers bleed; I'll never lack the quality."

A few years have passed since that day, and I still don't regret my decision.
The employees at the casino, they were kind and have for me provisions.
Even the Devil's right-hand man helped me know what my job was.
And the Devil, he wasn't all of what people say he was.

Well, of course, he steals souls from the gamblers that lost their streak.
But, to me, and a few others, the Devil wasn't at all a freak.
Ha can be scary sometimes, yes, but he's a big softie for his employees once you get to know him better.
And for once, in my entire life, he never treated me like useless trash or like a debtor.

This was a deal worth making.
A deal that made my life less aching.
This changed my life forever,
And I swore to this day that I'll never regret making that deal. Ever.