The Devil
All my life I have tried to outrun the devil.
He is always a step ahead, waiting around the next corner
To make sure I don’t miss my next hell-raising event.
One of these days, I hope he trips over his own tail
Landing on that fork he carries.
Then I can get my life back…
This is interesting, Anita.
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He is given many names, but always around somewhere…
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Great poem. I love it
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So glad!
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Ahh, don’t we all wish for that. But truth be told we need the threat of he could be around the next proverbial corner … of only to keep us on our toes. Just… sometimes, some of us see him/her with far more frequency than most which frankly is unfair! Your poem captured that perfectly. 😮
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Thanks, Ellen… and you could be right about needing him, just a little…
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Xx
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I wrote a poem sometime back, can’t remember the title but a line read
‘the pitched fork-man alert on guard’
‘in torment and witless woe’…that’s all I can remember but it seems we need the pitched fork-man to execute his torment on himself
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Why not? why should he evade all the pain and suffering…
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Pain boomerang…I don’t see why
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