Poem: "I Think of This:" by Devin J. Meaney

I Think of This:

Devin J. Meaney

Late at night when demons hiss,

I reach for peace—swing and a miss,

When all else fails I think of this,

You’re all as bad as me.

When blackness falls, a dark abyss,

When I need an angel’s kiss,

When all else fails I think of this,

You’re all as bad as me.

Purgatory, stolen bliss,

Drowning in the fiery pits,

When all else fails I think of this,

You’re all as bad as me.

Neuro-pain—the conscience spits,

A heartache burst like black-head zits,

When all else fails I think of this,

You’re all as bad as me.

But filled with good are we…

Yes filled with good are we…