Sometimes I sit idle.

As a poet in the 21st century and as myself, my poems rarely have a rhyme scheme. Here is one of those rare ones. Hope you like it. Give me prompts, and also let me know how often you would like me to post!

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Sometimes I sit idle.
So idle that you would confuse me,
With a dead body or a statue.
I don’t know what exactly you would see,
But I know how your mind would play tricks on you.
Me and the devil,
Satan and you,
We are all really alike.
We love things bright and new,
And we all get three strikes.

One,
I am a human and I breathe,
Even if my limbs don’t move,
And my scars don’t bleed.
I sit in the darkness like a torch waiting to be found,
I gaze at you and speak without making any sound.
You know that,
And the devil does too,
And so the two of you consume me,
And make me a puppet.

Two,
I am a dead man and I stare,
For what else have I left to do?
What other secrets have I left to bare?
I lie in the darkness with eyes that don’t blink,
I zone in and out while you cry hard or think.
You know that,
And the devil does too,
And so I am left alone in a dark room,
With a flower or two.

Three,
I am a statue and I represent
A human who existed with purpose,
A man who understood exactly what you meant.
I stand in the darkness of the night alone,
I watch hundreds of others as they have grown.
You know that,
And the devil does too,
And so the two of you go on a date,
And talk about what I was.

Strikeout.
Sometimes I sit idle.
So idle that you would confuse me,
With a dead body or a statue.

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