What Goes Around- the Devil in my Words
What Goes Around-
The Devil in my words!
Ravens croak and trumpet the sound
Imp Succubus scatter to confound
A fight with The Figment and Satan is bound
The Figment’s arrival, only to astound
The devil’s move, hides under her skin
As he pushes through, his black-bluish tint
“B” damn sure, can’t leave you here with him
And The Figment’s stares all eyes on him,
Then the Demon’s attention, right back he grin
Night after night day in day out
Every thought is consumed, her subsequent bout
She smiles no more, teeth knocked out her mouth
With The Figment aware, cast little doubt
Slash and crash and up and down
back goes smash, in to the ground
Hold up what’s that, I hear no sound
But then, sighs in her breath, so profound
And as quick as day, turns into night
Eternal allowance, gave one more life
Stand tall and firm, ready to fight
The Figment watches where there’s no light
Tears flow but his, must be concealed.
Not even a man, what acclivity to say he’s real
And as the Figment stands ready to kill
Because that life, he won’t let no one steal
Shadows grow, drag him in the field
His screams like a bitch, oh so shrill
The Figment sits, with smiles of thrill
Because the angels on earth, make no deal
So…leave no marks, but mark them words
Slash and crash and up and down
back goes smash into the ground
Hold up what’s that, I hear no sound
No last breath for him, SILENCE
SO PROFOUND!!!
Matthew Anderson 04-11-2022
DTBMBF
About this poem
It’s about a beautiful woman (as you all are, but this woman has something special) she didn’t know her beauty or the powers she possessed because it all was taken from her. Her husband, the “man (wouldn’t assign that title if not for the purpose of getting the story told)” who is supposed to love her more than all else and raise her up higher than himself beat her down and knocked everything inside of her out. She still walked and breathed. But, no life inside her really existed. He would hurt her so bad ; physically, mentally and emotionally in such a cowardly manor as to not leave visible marks. But, someone or something, was watching always. His tracks were not as covered as he assumed. And when he least expected it her savior came out of the dark ended his reign of terror and life. *I wrote this the night after my best friend come to me terrified after being beaten. I gave her a book o poetry written by myself as she asked once before to see it. He found it and said it was the devils work. The book was compiled of most love, anti-government and pieces calling for unity among all. He said, the Devils Work”! That’s what the devil would say. Right! So giving him this title in my piece. Her savior the figment. I didn’t just write this for my best friend. Although she is my inspiration and my sole purpose for life at this point in my life. My life and at least the lives of 3 others depend on hers. So I hope you my friend find this and read it all and get something from it. I also hope that this may help any and all other women that are in any situation that have taken life from themselves. Remember, you are beautiful, you are absolutely deserving and you are worthy… …worthy of life, beauty and all that the world has to give! more »
Written on May 11, 2022
Submitted by spadehogg on April 13, 2022
Modified by spadehogg on August 20, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ab aaaa cxddc eexe FaAa ghgg ijkj ikkj b FaAxa xh |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,475 |
Words | 286 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 5, 2 |
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