The Devil is in me, squirming,
not because I’m an angel,
but because I’m not.
I’m not one of the good ones,
never been.
No matter the joy I bring
or smiles I cause,
I can’t feel.
Who can love greater
while not having love?
Save it for later
when help calls from above.
Reach into the pit,
reach for the lost souls.
Why I beg to suffer
atop smoldering coals.
Betelgeuse was right;
The Exorcist keeps getting funnier.


6 thoughts on “Uncompelled

  1. thefeatheredsleep

    I think mine and yours are on the same trajectory today, don’t you? Nearly colliding mirrors considering devils.

    1. Totally. 🙂

      What’s funny is that I’ve been thinking a lot about trajectories lately. You know, objects in space and how space and time, to those objects, aren’t connected, only their trajectories, unplanned between them yet still meeting as they do.

      I haven’t slept well lately, so I’ve had a lot of time to think about space and the universe and all of that good stuff.

      What was I talking about?

      1. thefeatheredsleep

        Haha! I think when you connect w someone mentally it has invisible threads bringing mutual ideas closer.

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