A Devil sat on my chest
I should not have been impressed,
for he had waited for this long
to have this pain prolonged.
My chest is heavy; breaths are weary
my pain is real through the absence still.
I won't let go, as he will so
my sadness to him I will bestow.
A strange relationship we will have
on grief and pain, he will feast
as I wait for them to cease
and soon he will be put to sleep
until the time comes to wake up with a weep.
Alone I won't be left
for my devil in a different form will manifest.
A memory he will become,
that I won't be willing to overcome.
And when my devil grows big and strong,
a battle there will be lifelong.
Who will win I don't know,
each other, we will try to woe
to the other side to come.
A Devil sat on my chest
I should not have been impressed,
for I have waited for this long
to have this pain be gone.
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Devil sat on my Chest
PoezieThis is a poem I wrote as I currently deal with grief and loss. I put my cat down, and since she had been with me throughout my childhood, teenage years, and adulthood, the loss has been significant, and my cat will be dearly missed. This poem desc...
