“nightwalk”
his tears used to wake him
from an unduly prolonged delay
his smiles used to hurt him
for their beauty his heart dismayed
their love had locked them up
and threw away the only key
and mile upon mile of wishful thinking
pushed them further away, though free
he looked into a well-used mirror
to find the Devil he danced with was himself
and the fireflies that once lit their canopy
have also lost their former glee
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2026 05:07
- Comment from author about the poem: a throwback from the early Y2K (2,000s)
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Cryptic I love the subtle rhyme of this piece on each final line of the stanza and its darkness is felt in the words and images where one wrestles with one's own conscience in despair. Well written my friend and powerful a fave
Thank you for giving an older work a chance🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, “the Devil he danced with was himself” really stands out for me. It reframes everything…turning the conflict inward in a way that lands hard. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
For being around past 3 decades now, that’s a line that does stick, however awkward it may be. Thanks Tittu 🕊️
A fine write A.
My gratitude dear O 🙏🏻🕊️
A deep cut poem , eloquent in abstract metaphor woah! Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Been a while since last, hasn’t it? Thanks so much 🙏🏻🕊️
Such a sad poem Rik, I do hope all became well again.
Andy
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