The Devil and My Soul

strangerpaths Poetry November 17, 2018November 18, 2018 0 Minutes

He called me Home

Although, strange was my name

He said I was his own

But I did not feel the same

So I locked my heart in a pendant

That is old

And I sold the devil

What’s left of my soul

Published by strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths

Published November 17, 2018November 18, 2018

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