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.
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