its how some times i need to fight to stay a live,

the devil

In my bed trying to sleep,but the devil keeps on talking to me ,trying to make me sway his way .
just a cut or two,then you know im here if you need to slice some more .
but then i told him ,it was time to go ,as the pain i did was not for him anymore .

Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2017-07-31 at 19:53

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
You are strong. Please know that your spirit is alive and well and is free because you know the Truth.

You are in charge and keep that blade far away

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Dee! Well written, so well expressed.