I don’t want to spend an eternity in purgatory.
I don’t want to look back with my dying breath
and wonder was I ever loved beyond the flesh.
Satan is an iconic creation of freewill, God
iconic of rules, I can abide neither. My conscience
whispers, my intuition screams, my soul ever the
playful creature explores and my spirit rots. I am
too dark for the light, too light for the dark, neither
world will take me. My heart has a weakness, my soul
has a darkness and I am lost in a devils world. The
empty void of existence a heavy burden in which
to carry, the night calls my name in shame and
the day whispers the secret stench of testing times
that I fail, again and again. The tight rope has become a thin
wire stretched out as far as the eye can see no sun reaches it,
no moon touches it, it is purgatory. I am in purgatory for
my sins.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Wow, that is all I can say. No words
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Thank you Manuel 🙂
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My pleasure Blossom666
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😦 oh babe biggest hugs x
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thanks Ziggy, this is an old one, i can’t remember why i wrote it, but it seemed fitting for my mood. Im finding it hard to write anything new at the moment
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You’ll find you mojo again xxx
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