The Angel And Devil Upon My Shoulder Poem by Rosalita Fern

The Angel says don't.
The Devil says Yes.
He is begging me,
its the easiest choice he says.
I know it is.
Its the easiest for me.
The Angel says no,
Asks me to see it from anothers view.
My Family, my friends.
The Devil argues and says
It will be easier for them too.
Be shot of you
All your problems.
The Angel begs, her face fallen in sadness
The Devils twisted in to the same face which has haunted my nights for years.
The Devil is hopping from one leg to another in excitment knowing he is winning.
The Angel, face in her hands knows she is clutching at straws.
Who do i decide?
The Angel, honest, but marred by her happiness to see my pain?
Or the Devil, who knows that by ending this will end my pain.
I miss those days,
Those that lasted forever,
The ones where you didnt want to end.
I miss the days where i didnt will for it to end as it is another closer to my death.
The days when the sun shone
And i appriciated their beauty.
The days when the blue sky seemed to last forever.
Now i only see it, not appriciate it, and only think of Heaven above the sky.
Im tired of thinking how'd it do it.
I want to smell the spring,
I want to appriciate the beauty of a butterflies flight.
I want to believe you when you say you love me.
Who do i chose?
The Angel now crying,
or
The Devil whose dancing?