Devil liked me. Some mini-poetry.

June poetry number fifteen.

The Devil liked me.

1- Once in Santa Cruz, I met the Devil.

He told me. Johnnie ain't your time to die.

You have more sin to taste and I don't want you in hell.

Men, like you. The Purgatory Inn in your place.

You wanted everything and nothing.

You believed in everything and nothing.

You are not hell-bound. Just a teacher of the s**t of living.

2-  I met death near the Pacific.

I saved my friend from his grasp and he told me.

Johnnie, Johnnie. You will die alone and you will wish death would take you.

You are going to pay a hellish toll before death takes you away.

In Purgatory Inn, you will play chess and drink till the end of days.

3- You were a soldier once. You killed many and you saved many.

Johnnie, Johnnie, the Devil whispered to me.

God can' t forgive you, the Devil can't forgive you.

You must forgive yourself.

In hell, men who killed cannot find peace. 

The scream of the dead will never stop.

4-  I saw dying men, I saw dying children

Now the old soldier cried for them.

He couldn't stop war and he couldn't stop starvation.

Now he dances on memories, he cannot stop.

In his sleep, he is holding dying friends and crying children.

He asked God, He asked the Devil. 

Why did you allow men to kill? The Innocence.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Patricia]

So much thought, heart and soul put in this piece. It’s deep and considerate to deeds and deeds to come. They are heavy even on the reader, wow, this is powerful. Excellent write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear friend. I tell everyone. We will pay for every sin done.

[Patricia]

You’re welcome and yes we will.