The Devil

The Devil short poem

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Used to walk on broken glass, but I never gave up
Tell you what baby, they all think I am crazy
They all say that the devil created my way
And you know what, I don’t care what they say
I can’t hear a word they say, I go on my way
They better fear, they better scream
Because the devil didn’t create the way for me
But because I am him
Blood and flesh, Bones and Soul
The worst of them all
It is all within me, but does that even bother me?
Does it even scare me?
No, not at all because I am not scared of them all
I am not scared of some lord of darkness nor the lord of light
Why would I be?
Look how far I made it, I am still livin’
To think that I have no more ink for my story
What a victory filled with glory for you…
I risked everything, I whispered into the night
When is it my time? Should I give up?
And the sound of the blues came to my ear
My darkest fear was here
Did I die? I think not, it all started it
The new beginning of my life

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Rain and Wind

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Srdjan Solkotovic

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Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
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