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I wrote down all my troubles
and everything became clear.
I bore out my heart
and finally faced my fear.
I fought hard against death
and gave him no tears;
I gave nothing as I prayed
that God would stay near.
My last whits were frayed
as the devil gave cheer,
but I wouldn’t give in,
no, not this year.
Alas, the devil was slayed,
and, only for love, I shed a tear.
He was just a nightmare,
Nay, just a whisper in my ear.
About the Creator
Mike A. Loyd
I have published one poetry book called Fully Human, am working on a second, and I have a few short stories. I also write reflective pieces on spirituality, morality, meaning, and life. My intent is to go deep into the human heart.
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