Ten years ago
I slept with the devil.
Ten years ago…
not that it’s special.
Ten years ago
and my God was a prince.
Ten years ago
and so hard to convince.
Because I was a fool
and was falling apart.
He was decadent cool;
addicted to dark.
Things left in darkness
beyond my discernment.
Things left him heartless
before our adjournment.
Bereft of his heart
mine own did desert me.
Bereft of the darkness
he could not still hurt me.
Except to destroy himself
by his own actions.
Expect he’ll deploy himself
through his transactions.
Kept in the shadows
with seldom a light…
I wept in exposure
that held him in spite
of all that he’d done
and what he’d become:
We give love forever
but will accept none.
Written by Jason Wright
April 1, 2019
For Michael