The Path

A Poem by The Devil's Own B***h

Loneliness is just a thing

Of the past when

Riches such as you are

Ever present in my life; my days

No longer seem as empty when

Zephyr blows the sadness away.

Journeys seem shorter,

Our paths no longer seem so dark

Or so endlessly lonely.

Sighs of angels fill

This once cold heart

Ending all pain and misery.

© 2009 The Devil's Own B***h

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The Devil's Own B***h

Roodepoort, South Africa

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My name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..

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