The Devils Hour

‘The devils hour’

The devils hour 
With its red hues 
Painting my room blue 
With the reflection of my mirror. 
A parallel me. 

We’re the same but are we?
What world do you see?
Do you feel what I feel 
Or is it just me?
You’re everything I’m not
And everything I long to be. 

It’s just me. 
You’re me and I’m you. 
We’re the only ones in this room. 
The devils hour and me. 
                     -A.T
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
December 7, 2024 at 9:46 PM
I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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