Often times people will divide the human population into two different categories- good and bad, or in the case of my poem, angels and devils. Personally I don’t think that there are any people that are complete angel or devil. Even the people who seem so amazingly perfect have made mistakes, just like devils have surely done good things. There are no angels and devils, only humans, humans that are trying to be the best version of themselves; which requires success and failure. I think this poem is good because it captures the best in people, and doesn’t focus on judging people on what they seem to be rather than what they are. I think poetry is a great way to turn something plain into a beautiful kind of art, the main reason that I adore doing poetry.
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angels and devils
they’re all just the same both have had loss both have had gain they have all lived a life with good and with bad had moments that made them both happy and sad both have experienced fear, failure and hurt both have been frozen both have been burnt both have done good both are doers of sin both are afraid of their demons within both have fought battles with others and selves both have their secrets stored high on their shelves so believe when I tell you the difference is none that both have had nothing that both have had some the angels and devils are one in the same living this life playing this game |