My life, turns to dust,
ashes; my remains, lost; without thought:
Forever, Defiant
Is that you, God? Or the Devil, my own?
I’ll meet you both gladly and treat you the same
does that pass the test? I wonder, will I be offered your home?
be it heaven or hell God
Purgatory’s my home
Authors note
Do you believe in Heaven and Hell? In many…
poem
to have the eyes to see the world for what it is
the desire to change it
but not the means
what choice but to live that life?
to end it?
that would be too easy
that rock
that needs to be pushed
Oh Sisyphus, I salute you
Purgatory
I…
a poem of sorts|perhaps a prayer
Your Brothers and Sisters
Fathers and Mothers
Sons and Daughters
Friends and Neighbours
Samaritans?
Outcast, Unclean
Witches Burnt?
Whores left un-stoned?
Remorseless Pity
Souls once Purged
poetry of sorts
through the raging storm
in the eye
a human sigh
whispering on the wind
unheard by all
above the braying mob
by all
but you
such a sigh
begging
the question, of you
the listener
God, or something
simply human
thought
