Godevil’s Play

The empty space that you create
Can at times feel like some false start
That leads to where? I don’t quite know
But tugs my aching heart
So still I go. Yes, still I go,
Feet front, hands chained, eyes looking down
Unwilling to see what’s before,
Unwanting, fearing it’s a door
When opened turns my hopes to frowns.
So, you still hope? That’s how I cope.
It’s either this or grab a rope.

And if you find the door, then what?
Are you sure you won’t turn the knob?
I know I won’t. No, no, I won’t.
Well, here it is. So, sob.
I present you the answer to
The emptiness you think inhabits
Your heart. So go ahead and turn
Or else you can wait here and burn.
I tremble at this wit.
With frightened hands I grab and shake
Harder until blood lubricates.




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Written on 2026-05-14 at 16:46

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melanie sue The PoetBay support member heart!
If I could rename this work, I would call it "Temptation's Lure".

I like the way you've expressed it. What you wrote evokes this impression, although it might not be accurate, it is what I interpret to be about.

I enjoy reading your stuff---
A creative word artist that you are, I can relate to it very well. It provokes thought and internal memories.
I like it.
2026-05-14