My Faustian Pact - a poem by S D Wickett

My Faustian Pact is a poem recently written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett, and can be read below. For more of his poems, follow him on his Substack, Instagram account @songsofafoggedmind_ and Twitter account @essdeewickett.

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My Faustian Pact

The deal I made;

That stole my fate,

And turned it into flay.

On cold and bitter summers day;

I ventured out into the bay,

I wished for it to shine again.

And that the light would be my friend;

And show me where I’m meant to be,

Happy, healthy, young and free.

Instead, I met the devil,

In elegant disguise;

Who made the sea

Turn black in a hurry,

And filled the sky,

With a devilish flurry.

If I could just rescind;

The prose I howled out to the wind,

When I was at my lowest low,

Hoping that the wind would blow,

Something different this way comes.

Chorus song of hymns and hums;

Harps, and lutes, and flutes, and drums,

In lieu of what I knew.

Brutish thumbs and hurtful truths;

Mirrors of declining youth,

The painting of that same old frown,

That follows me from town to town.

And every town a heartbreak new;

Welcomed in,

And beaten blue.

‘Til I take off running down the road;

Into blood-red clouds of rain,

Drenched in the stench of regret.

I wish I weren’t in hell;

But yet,

I have quite the story to tell.