I yelled and yelled madly in the state that was ‘not me’
But the devil comes out at the drop of a hat.
I ask him, why, why, why - does he do that?
I get no reply
I’m met with silence.
He stands there speechless, eyes silent.
His lack of words maddens me.
All he holds up is silence.
Allowing the devil in me pass
knowing it is ‘not me’
but comes out at the silliest things.
Understanding, it is ‘not me’ is kindness.
It is kindness alone that can wash away the devil.
I want to throw the devil far away
into the lit skies of dawn.
Never to return.