The Devil Laughs Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Devil Laughs

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An arrow from the darkness…
rejection finds its mark

The sharpened edge of jealousy,
its point straight through the heart

The bow retracts in shamefulness,
its string left slack and loose

One shot was made, a cursed fate
—the devil laughs anew

(Dreamsleep: February,2020)

Tuesday, February 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: jealousy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kingsley Egbukole 04 February 2020

A very nicely composed poem. Interesting

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Chima Ononogbu 04 February 2020

A beautiful piece with poetic excellence. Thanks for sharing.

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