Devil May Be

The Devil may be
Sick like me
That would explain
The misery.

He was scarred, yes
Took it hard
Unleashed hell
On earth.

And then G-d said
The devil is dead
Only I exist
I paint things red.

Thank G-d that He
Isn't broken like me
Wouldn't that be
Absurd.


Copyright 2012   Liya Khenkin

I can't express my feelings any more Than I can raise my voice or want to lift My hand (oh, I can lift it when I have to). Did ever you feel so? I hope you never. It's got so I don't even know for sure Whether I am glad, sorry, or anything. There's nothing but a voice-like left inside That seems to tell me how I ought to feel, And would feel if I wasn't all gone wrong. Robert Frost, Servant to Servants, excerpt