Diablo

on

Inner issues drew
a morbid mind too
much I’ve had you
I do not miscontrue.

For the love love
I need this type pill
that takes away all
this life has killed.

Lead me to the roof
where you would do
the tragic of that all
that has hurt you.

Tell Diablo assuage
all the wails all rage
that is upon the stage
you intend to cage.

The dark is darker I
sip a juice you supply
hitting the pedal my
roof is now the sky.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Excellent poem, Jared.

    Liked by 1 person

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