Evil’s Grasp

I honestly don’t know where this poem came from or why this morning. It is darker than most of my work since the early ’90s. Except for a poem I wrote in December of 2008, called “Satan’s Lies”. Not to say that I have some darker poems, but they are closer to gray, and this feels more like pitch black. I do hope, either way, that you enjoy it.  Thanks for being here and stay blessed.

There is such a contradiction 
Between the power of will 
And the devastating effects 
From the power of evil 

Have you ever met
Someone so cold 
If you were able to look inside 
You would see they have no soul

Have you ever heard 
Evil, call your name 
Or watched it reach out 
As it grabs onto your hand 

Once it has you
Within its grasp 
You are at the mercy 
Of its attack

Have you ever felt a chill
From across the room
Causing the overwhelming sense
Of impending doom  

Or have you ever heard 
Evil whisper in your ear
So clearly, that you
Began to shake with fear

Felt it breathe
On the back of your neck 
With hands around your throat 
Choking out your breath 

Where its face becomes 
So  close to yours 
You cannot disregard 
Its unmistakable force

Like the eye of a tornado 
Where you begin to feel relief 
Only to be picked up again 
Thrown across the street 

It is in the shadows 
Where Evil hides
With many faces
It attempts to disguise

Believe in yourself
No matter how it tries 
Trust your gut 
Your instincts won't lie 

Stand strong 
In your conviction 
Pray for God's strength 
As well as His protection

No matter your beliefs
No matter what I say 
Evil walks among us 
Every single day

There is nothing at all 
No greater extreme 
Between Heaven and Hell 
In the lengths of eternity.

Katherine Spitzer
March 30, 2022