And I’m begging
For someone to listen,
While I’m hanging
Over this pit of razor blades
And rattlesnakes.
Between the end
And what lies beyond
On Hell’s merry-go-round.
While all about
Are shades of what used to be,
Hanging with the ghosts of yesterday.
If one of them
Would look me in the eye
Offer the cooling balm,
A sip from that grail
A little mercy for me.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


3 thoughts on “Mephistopheles

    • Thank you, to be honest though Mephistopheles was a bit of an afterthought. I’m writing poems at the moment based on one-word word prompts and it was only once it was written I realised I had already used the prompt I started with before. So I needed a quick name change, and as it seemed to be a poem about a personal devil; Meph fitted the bill.
      But thank you glad you enjoyed it.

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