Devils Advocate

Devils Advocate

A Poem by Peter

One more day sitting in my dark sunless room

Ominous and negative thoughts fill my mind

Whilst wishing away my pending doom

I search for the happiness that I never find

Dreams of pleasures and perfect days

Infesting my mind like termites

Eating at my sanity and sparking dismay

Just as I realize the need to fight

My contemplations slowly fade

At the door I hear a knocking

I question who would dare invade

My privacy, the door I start unlocking

Without a second thought , I open the door

Ignoring any threat of danger inviting the stranger in

With my eyes stationed squarely on the floor

I see his shoe soles are worn quite thin

A story the old man begins as he adjusts to my home

Awkwardly comfortable he seems to be here

As he scans the walls of the room he lets out a slight groan

Looking past his gripe, I lend my ear

An explanation his story seems to be

Of why he is so late getting to my house

I stare at him confused my mind empty

Saying that his way was blocked for too long

He goes on asking the whereabouts of my spouse

I knife hits me clean in the heart

Thoughts and memories refreshed painfully

My woman's absence was my undoing from the start

Regrets upset my mind like a mental bully

Seeing my agony the stranger offers a solution

To forget such recollections and never be sad

Looking like he enjoys my suffering I hesitate

But even death is better than regretting life

Regretting my latest love mate

Through these thoughts comes more strife

So off with the mental commotion

Before im lost in turmoil, gone mad

Could this be humane evolution?

Not a chance this can end bad

Take time and ponder the pros and cons

He says, a side effect is lasting immortality

I quickly agree ignoring the unknown cost

From the wrinkles of his weathered skin grows a grin

Menacing and threatening in a way hidden to men

I fall to my knees, the room begins to spin

You will experience regret never again!

The old man discarded to the ground like laundry

I feel a tearing so deep in my body and spirit

Your soul is mine and forever gone you see

The Heinous acts I call for, you must now commit

Without thinking I had sold my soul to the devil

Inconsiderate of the cost left me eternally empty

But no regrets and infinite slavery leaves us level

To wish for any needless change in you is deadly

Now im gone to work for the beast

And all I wish for is the world to meet peace.

 

© 2011 Peter


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Peter
Peter

St.Catharines, Canada



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I'm 20 years old, and began writing my thoughts down about a year ago, eventually they turned to short stories and something i wouldn't consider poetry but don't know what to call it. I generally writ.. more..

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