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