A Poem About Self Identity: The Faustian Death
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I graduated from the Pennsylvania State University in 2012 with a Bachelors of Arts in English Studies. Focusing on creative non-fiction, poetry and fiction writing genres, I have been trained and educated in many forms of rhetoric. My passion for writing has always been the most important thing in my life. It is my hope and desire to get my original work out to the community, in order to generate a following an eventually replace tradition employment with a freelance career. Please, follow, comment, and share as nothing is possible without the support of this wonderful community of artists. Thank, you. Cheers, folks!
The Faustian Death
I took my soul and sold it to the devil,
I dropped my pen and left it roll away;
I closed my eyes, though my lids remained open;
And let my words die tossed somewhere in the ground.
I spent my life walking through the valley;
I spent my life longing for the sea.
I saw the beauty hiding in the mountains,
But turned and ran to the city instead.
I replaced the pen, I replaced the paper,
I replaced the words; god knows I didn’t need them.
I strapped on the three piece, fluffed my collar,
I picked up the briefcase and climbed the tall skyscraper.
I became the king, the queen in my pocket;
All the princes and paupers pandering to my purpose.
But through all the hands, and all the rivers traversed,
The jester always beat me laughing somewhere in the mirror.
The Devil’s contract, that I signed in blood;
Has no lawyer that can call it null and void.
And so, the judge and jury, and god almighty up above
Have passed eternal judgment and sentenced my words to death.
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