The Devil is Doomed
Forget the myths,
Dante’s inferno with fire and glowing brimstone.
It’s all a lie.
The devil lives
in the darkness.
In the dark nights when the ugly monsters
of self incrimination and mortality
claw away at the light, prevent the morning
when you need it the most.
But not today.
Today you will summon the light,
wield it like the weapon it is
until your soul is tired,
and then wield it again,
for as long as there is one spark,
the devil is doomed.
About this poem.
A poem about depression, theology, modern times and the power of positive resistance. Amazing what you can pack into a few lines.