The Devil in me

Hard as a beetle
Offensive weevil
With a courteous voice
Wild yet mild in sounds

I met the devil
From deep inside me
In friendly manner,
We poured our hearts out

We calmly conversed
And heard each other out
The questions we asked
Feed woods to the axe…

Nothing came holier
As our ice calmed ox
Or even finer,
As our fire rode horse

We were but a face
Running the same race
With different names
Coming out from us.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

2 Comments

  1. Beautiful poetry, we all have that little 😈 in us…

    Liked by 1 person

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