‘Lucifer’, I whispered.
His name was the saving grace,
For the wound in my heart that festered
And sucked away my emotions at a fast pace.
Shrouded in darkness, cloaked in pain
He was the one who all feared,
Who all called insane,
Yet he was the one who stood by me, when the world mocked and leered.
He lurked in the shadows, while I stood under the bright light,
Always watching my back as I stood grim and tall,
And always there to hold me tight
When I trip and fall.
An enigma, a dream, what do I call
The man who heals my ravaged self
Who is with me when I am deserted by all,
Who is always there to help.
I call him, ‘Lucifer’, the king of hell,
An angel was he
Till from heaven he fell,
Away from the shackles of goodness is he finally free.
He reigns in me, when darkness falls
He is the one who pushes me
To be better and listen to my true call
For he is I, and I am he.
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Kaushiki's soup for the literary soul
Poetry🥈 Second Place in The Rare Awards Poetry, 2020. 🥈 Second Place in The Creator's Choice Awards, 2020. A collection of poems, an eclectic mixture of emotions and pain. Different types of poems for diverse emotions. But no requited love poems or happ...
