Cutting Out The Devil
I stood in the dark,
Hearing him breathe,
That quiet taunt
Coiled in the air.
His words were poison,
Sweet in the start,
Burning later,
Buried deep in the heart.
I felt his pull,
That twisted charm,
A promise of love
Tied tight with harm.
I knew the truth,
Though it scared me,
His touch was smoke,
Curling around my soul.
I took my courage,
Held it firm,
Ready to slice him
Out of my life.
The night watched me,
Holding its breath,
As I cut the ties
That kept me weak.
Pain came first,
Sharp and wild,
Then calm thinned in,
Smooth as rain.
The devil faded,
Losing his grip,
His shadow shrinking
Back to nothing.
I walked away clean,
Free in my steps,
Knowing I had won
My quiet war.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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