Reality of diabolics

Until I met the Devil
I realized how bad quotes are…
He wasn’t dark as the night
Neither with horns like a bull

But a replica of me with my shadow
Staring innocently back at me,
It made me see obvious logics
Protecting me from all magics

It was awful noticing
I was my own limitation
Hence I stopped believing
Things I hear from others lips…

For on an eccentric surface
The same two parallel lines
They said will never meet
Came together, intertwined.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

9 Comments

  1. Neemat says:

    I used to think of this too, until i realize i am my own devil if i allow it, no horn or charcoal skin

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  2. it’s like I don’t want to let my self to be able to live happily like I am my own fears I am own devil I am what’s holding me back yet I am limiting myself
    I don’t admit it
    none of us does

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  3. your words are so deep and true
    it’s like you are delivering us the truth in the easiest way possible
    telling us that we are our own limitations and we accept it easily because of the way you deliver it to us

    Like

  4. Poison Punch says:

    Damn… so true!!! I’ve been much more of a devil to myself than anyone or anything else has been in my life. The idea that the Devil appears to us as this scary figure, simply isn’t accurate. The Devil appears to us in the most tempting forms imaginable.

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