Post-it for the Devil

Saboteur
Opponent
Adversary
You're a virus, dormant and waiting
Attacking at the weakest point

Dweller on the threshold
Black orb circling and darting
You torment me
Eroding my defenses
Distorting my smile

I'm mystified
Awestruck
Baffled
Impressed by your cunning ways.

I beg you-Retreat now to your hiding place
Return when I've gained strength enough
To conduct a more worthy fight

Maya

Of Tears..........

When the heartbreaks
Waves of tears
Washing warm
Meandering rivulets
Down the cheek

Predestined to evaporate,
droplets briefly dampen
soft white tissue


Escaping like Houdini
from the confines of a dust bin!
Reappearing, they are mist
When the daybreaks