Ask The Devil, He Knows
Pure Hell's Fire
I was found about where I was left
Without color, soulless, Bereft
Knowing a precious part must die
So the best parts of me could survive
I then jumped the fence and headed south
To hear the words straight from his mouth
I looked that devil in the eye
And smiled when he began to cry
He begged forgiveness for his part
In tearing up my fragile heart
Then admitted he was filled with terror
As he watched me sew it back together
If you wanna know what he's talking about
Cross me again, and you’ll find out
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Powerful!
Wow, that's right, don’t mess with her! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 Amazing poem.
Powerful and amazing. :D
Beautiful, Kelli, so powerful!!
Let him know Sis!💪🏾 Loved it! 💝🫶🏾