What haunts you
Is hardly ever the devil knocking at your door
No
What really haunts you
Is your shadow on the floor . . .
The constant desire
To obtain more
Has nothing to do with the devil knocking at your door
Your expectations
For yourself
And for everyone else
Peck at your brain
Like that pesky Crow
That taps on your window
But it’s not the devil at your door
Nor the crow picking at your brain
That haunts you
No, it’s your shadow on your floor
The devil just knocks
And hopes
That you’ll let her in
So she can feast on your sins
And teach you how to never forgive
But you already have a tough time living
Without ever letting her in
The shadow on your floor
Tortures so much more
Than the devil ever did
You slowly opened up your lid
And took a sneak peak
And your shadows inside
Called you a freak
As your brain starts to leak
Out of your skull
And form more shadows on your floor
The devil knocks and knocks
But eventually leaves
Yet still
You can hardly breathe
So you get on your knees
And start to pray
But the words don’t come
Because you never know what to say
To a God who created this world
. . . What do you say to a God who created this world, anyway?
Maybe . . . why did you make it this way?
Dear God, why did you make the world this way?
And . . .
Why is the Devil out to play?
But these are the type of thoughts
That have no answer
And this is why they stick around and haunt us so
And eventually turn into
Your shadow on your floor.
CH 3/21/24