The devil

You say the devil made you do it

but that is just the name

you give to the unloving voice inside of your head

filled with dread

criticism and confusion

In truth

you fell all alone

into a deep pit of darkness,

no voice of love at all

was resounding there

in that cold and icy wilderness

as night after night

he invaded you,

rupturing your precious innocence.

The devil came to you

as a man

who should have protected you

instead of tearing your soul apart

So now if you say you became

hard to live with

was it any wonder?

And did you really stand

in need of correction

or in need of a deeper understanding?

And when love abandons us,

isn’t it then

that the lack of love of the ‘devil’

steps in

poisoning

and confusing everything?