February 28, 2017


Five O’clock and not all is well
For I’ve died and went to Hell

Bitter screams heard all around
My life’s clock has ticked down

Darkest gloom fills my very soul
No light from this body glows

Gutter sounds erupted from within
As hells fires around me spin

My flesh consumed by burning coal
There’s no help for me, now I know

I had my chance to make it right
But I turned from his loving sight

He begged me to come, bide with him
But I know best, for I was a man

From Hell I’ve screamed and said
If he calls, fall to your knees and beg


Snaggle Tooth said...

Yep, best not to leave old business unsettled,
as this unsettling turn of events reminds us.
Perhaps life is more than poetry,
a big test of justifying being a human-
a human being... Human!

Lynn said...


desk49 said...

Snaggle Tooth:
yet do we not see our one future but refuse to see it.

Now this mercy does take me a bit off guard. To dark or to off base.

Snaggle Tooth said...

One could argue there are always multiple futures possible. Then there is a theory that parallel universes are all right next to us where our good selves with a better life may be! I'd like to get there from here!