Waiting On The Devil Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

Underneath the dirty laundry,
I wait for the devil's day,
Hoping for a change in scenery,
But my fate seems to stay.
Stagnant and stagnant,
My soul cries out in pain,
Trapped beneath this pile of filth,
Is where I must remain.
Every day, every night,
I stare at the same old clothes,
Crusted with grime and regret,
As the devil's presence grows.
Oh how I long to break free,
From this prison of despair,
But the weight of my mistakes,
Buries me under layers.
Underneath the dirty laundry,
Lies a life that once was bright,
But the devil's grip is strong,
And he keeps me out of sight.
I try to scrub away the stains,
Of my past and my sins,
But the devil's mark is permanent,
The cycle never ends.
Day in and day out,
I wait for the devil to come,
His whispers in my ear,
Reminding me of what I've done.
Underneath the dirty laundry,
I'm a prisoner of my own mind,
Haunted by my choices,
That I can never leave behind.
The days go by slowly,
And the nights even slower,
My heart heavy with regret,
As I wait for the devil's power.
Oh how I wish for redemption,
To be washed of all my sins,
But the devil's day is coming,
And I know I'll never win.
I try to scream for help,
But my voice is muffled by the dirt,
Trapped underneath this pile,
Is where I'll forever hurt.
Underneath the dirty laundry,
Is where the devil hides,
In the shadows of my past,
Where my sanity slowly dies.
I close my eyes and pray,
For a glimpse of light,
But the darkness only grows,
As I wait for the devil's night.
Desperation fills my heart,
As I beg for a second chance,
But the devil's wrath is merciless,
And he refuses to advance.
Underneath the dirty laundry,
I am consumed by fear,
As the devil's day draws near,
And the end is oh so near.
But just when I'm about to give up,
A glimmer of hope shines through,
And I realize I hold the power,
To break free from this glue.
With all my might,
I push the laundry aside,
And I see the light of day,
As my demons I finally defy.
Underneath the dirty laundry,
I am no longer buried,
For the devil's grip has weakened,
And my soul is finally freed.
I stand tall and strong,
In the midst of my own mess,
For I have conquered my demons,
And my spirit is at rest.
No longer waiting for the devil's day,
Underneath the dirty laundry,
For I have found my redemption,
And my heart is finally clean.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
© Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
® Waiting On The Devil