Poison & Prose

Saturday Poetry

There is no anger

There is no hurt

I have read the devil

And am familiar with his work

These desperate situations

Where he draws his inspiration

Feeding insecurities for personal gain

False sense of obligation

Surrendered to mortification

Collecting interest on the pain

So smile sweetly and drive safely

As this endurance shall pass

Like all that have gone before it

Into the chamber of memories

Where love shall ever last

Like the points of a blackberry vine

And the thorn of a sweeter rose

As the sun begins to rest, leaving traces of the brightest shine

Plucking the difference of poison and Prose

There is no anger

There is no hurt

I have read the devil

I am familiar with his work