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
4 comments:
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!
Mercy!
Snaggle Tooth:
yet do we not see our one future but refuse to see it.
Lynn:
Now this mercy does take me a bit off guard. To dark or to off base.
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!
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