Catching The Devil And Putting Her In Jail

you know how it feels
when the devil is caught and
shown in such a lowly state
of tangled hair
pale skin
emaciated body
depressed state

you feel like you
are the new king of
that invisible throne

when you look outside
the window of
your house
you see a greener grass
all flowers bloom
and bees busy with
nectar

even if
it is still winter time
even if the night
is so cold
and you are trembling

when victory sets in
the ugly world
becomes nothing at
all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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