The Devils Palm

I sit in the devils hand,
just one drink it never
depends.

With one sip,
No problems, no worries,
no cares.

It is becoming intense,
One more drink.

Discouraged and scared
I walk away,
forgetting the past and
all the pain.

As I finish the bottle,
my life shatters against
the wall.
He, the one they call
"The Devil"
has challenged us all.

What was important,
no longer is.
What was mine is now his. I made all the wrong
choices before,
Now I will never get the
chance to walk through,
That White Door.