The Devil Within Me


Once I spoke with a thoughtful mind
As I watched the smiles, soft and kind,
But terror has since stripped me of my flesh—
Torn down my walls and ripped the delicate mesh.
The evil that consumes me knocks at my door—
Whispering secrets and twisted lore.
Evil’s coy smile, with delicate grace
Takes hold and nails me into place.
My heart lies still by those clawed feet,
As I bow down in shame and defeat.
Left to brood in the words I had spoken
Before passion was contrived of tokens
And strings of ephemeral caresses.  
The beast listens to my second guesses
Laughing at my desperate plea,
Reflecting the bane that is me.
Exiling sanity through selfish action—
The mirror before me, an image of vain attraction,
Shutters and cracks as the room empties.
In loneliness I never thought I see,
No tears wept for my sin,
For I am left, the devil’s kin.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

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