VISUAL PROMPT

Art by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans

Write a story or poem that could be titled 'Talking with the Devil'

Talking With The Devil

Time stands still

In the beauty of this late hour

I’ve done everything right

So why does it feel like everything is out of my power


I’ve lost control

Over everything in my life

Time stands still, then rushes too fast

And I don’t even put up a fight


I wilt away

Like a flower in winter

My petals falling to the ground

As I wait for summer


To thrive again

Live my best life

But in all honesty I’m lying to myself

Saying I only need more time


Smiling outside, never breaking my mask

It’s only when I get home that I feel sad

I cry in my room, soft quiet sobs

I don’t know what wrong with me, how I can

Break this façade


Tell me really, is it all in my head

All my sadness, all my regret?

I don’t know, now I’m asking whoever

Wondering when I’ll get fixed, get out

Back together


Nursery rhymes predicted it all

We’re all hungry dumpy,

Destined to fall

Society plays the role of the kings men


Always trying to fix us, puts us together again

What does that even mean?

Being fixed?

As if we are broken parts,

Pieces of a puzzle that don’t seem to fit


Tell me now, is it simply our youth?

The anxiety plagued days

The cause for all our sorrow?

Tell me,

Will it grow exponentially tomorrow?


Why? I’m stuck in this circle

Of endless days, nights are too dark

Maybe, just maybe, this is

A teenage phase


That’s what I’ll tell myself

Feed myself a lie,

Whispering to myself

That it will always be alright


And it a way, I guess it’s true

Because all we really have is our youth,

Death is imminent, so live like your days are numbered

And never forget, who you love and that we have each other

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