Poetry Shenanigans – Of Devils & Dues


Of Devils & Dues

I thought if I spoke the devil’s name,
And cut my losses,
I could set myself free.
Only,
The devil I thought I freed myself from,
Is ever omnipresent,
Smirking, leering at me,
Whilst celebrating life and free will,
While, I keep running,
Sprinting from dreams,
Ever haunting,
And a broken reality,
That never fails to remind me,
Of my shortcomings, my weaknesses,
Of all that’s broken within,
Eternally hunting those chinks in my armour,
To forever incapacitate,
The fighter, the warrior,
That breathes within,
The dreamer, the optimist,
That never ceases to find the light within.
One day the devil will get his due,
And while he pays his dues,
I finally get to live,
A life of exuberance, innocence and freedom,
Once stolen from me. 

SJ

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