Many red devils...

Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my heart. My take on this poem, was the author was feeling scorned and let all the hate and anger he was feeling leak into his writing. He compared them to red devils perhaps because he feels that those hateful words are almost a sin to be in his writing. In the third and second line from the last, it says, "It was strange to write in this red muck," so obviously the author was not accustomed to allowing anger and hate be shown in his writing. P.S. I commented on Shelby's and Ana's blog