Gestalt Of The Devil Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Gestalt Of The Devil

We ‘cannot know the demon' (of our own passions) .

As long as we're left alone,

And if we let the demon in, We become blinded,

Until we want to be reborn.

Wednesday, August 9, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
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