The devil on my shoulder

A poem amount the fragility of mental health, anxiety and depression.

Self-Portrait with Bandaged Ear, Vincent van Gogh, 1889

Work, work, work away,

Get up early, break of day,

So little time to play,

The devils on my shoulder,


Scheming up something malicious,

Whispering softly, don’t act suspicious,

Turning a kind man into something vicious,

The devils on my shoulder,


The devils on my shoulder,

Turning my heart colder,

It’s not me, it’s the devil I see,

The devil on my shoulder,


Work, work, work away,

Relentless torment makes my heart sway,

Leave a man in disarray,

The devils on my shoulder,


I try so hard to fight against,

The devil fights back with cruel intent,

Overcome by his malevolence,

The devils getting bolder,


To punish as he sees fit,

His willing servant, I do submit,

What evil will I commit?

The devils taken over.


Original poem by © Darius the Mate


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