Everywhere I look
and everywhere I turn
You ride me.
Your spurs dig deep
in your impatience
for my soul.
Be patient, Devil,
patience;
my mind is still whole
and my desire does not rest.
I'll not yet be ashes
for Your Urn!
And this...this to you I tell
without me
go to Hell.
Judith Ann Kashuba
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metastophiles/
