Thought of a Devil

Dramatic Poetry

photo by the author

You intend to smile too much
You pretend to cry so little
You wake every day to play
You complain all-day

You wait until the day ends
You and your ego clear your mind
You fall asleep
You wake up to find out the devil spoke

You are, indeed, of the troubles you think of
I make you look up in the sky if he was still here
He will never know who you are until
When you give up…

Then you see everything that unreal
So I cry every tear
Make my tears into rock
Make you walk until you kneel…

Make you pray for an angel to be near.