In the face of a gore-slick polar bear
He accused me
Red like blood, and white like winter, like
Like everything always is.
I look in his photovoltaic eyes
As hot blood boils off him
In pink steam
Tasting of bitter copper.
I bite my tongue
So hard it severs.
Hate isn’t an emotion
But rather
Man’s noblest condition
When he looks the devil in the eye.
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Strong words give a sense of power to this poem. Great imagery.
It feels like someone has gained the strength to stand up and fight there demons or tormentors, powerful write
Reminds me of one i wrote a bit longer titled I Vacationed in Hell. Lol. The devil is an interesting character to write about. Especially if met on occasion in one's life. If your interested in checking it out it's on this website I'm pretty sure. I kinda like yours better though. Shorter and sweeter. Makes a good point with a great ending.
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