Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Throes Of Pain

I awake under an angered sky
Broken up grey & smokey
Lightning crackles
Thunder roars
The rippled waves slap
Upon the shell scattered sand
I look around the vast deserted beach
In the deep night darkness
when a plank of wood
at the end of a bulky arm
smashes into my face
I crash into the sand once more
Falling into an abyss
flames engulf me
& my charcoaled, blistered face
is staring into that of the Devil's
and the pain in my head subsides
as the Devil greedily sucks out
My inner soul.

© Daniel Lewis 2001

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