Modern Acquaintance

Sharing with you my secrets Is like watching the slow dance of the Devil Outside of Heaven’s gate. The mockery of truth And the reality of fear Drives me to shrivel myself. The Devil’s tears are made of ice. Sharp enough, To shrivel an act of love. Apologies whispered From a once driven soul Now border my childlike stare. Understanding my confusion Is a mirrored dream An escape from the forces of life. Solid land Holds the parted soul And laughs at the fish out of water. Moving quietly I raise myself. I am the devil A secondhand mistake.