Desperate Expanses

         Desperate Expanses

Standing at the stone walls with
         a sea of blood before us
         and a million raspy voices
         whispering from below,
my best of friends calls out
         "please do not ignore us"
         like one of many noises
         dragging hope in tow,
to wonder what befalls us
         beyond expanses desperate
         when sound the cries boisterous,
         and why I claim to know.
Oblivion lets not him live in
but the substance he has given.








[auth note: I realize this is a bit obtuse! It was written in high school, alas. Re-read the final two lines, bearing this in mind: we are each the architects of our own heavens and hells.]