Coloring the World

Trapped By Evil

Trapped By Evil


Trapped by evil
my level undergoes
a change, sliding low,
lower to the lowest.
When anger and envy
take my soul, I succumb.

The taste of evil on my spirit
hangs on like the thick web
of spiders, ugly and tenacious.
I let it ride on the flanks of time.

My infected mind like the depressed
disc in the vertebrae bears the tear
of pain till it corrects itself
even as the tilted wheels
of a child’s toy train.


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