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Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
The underworld is not so desolate as we may think Death does not drape the bodies in heavy garb Or empty them with bug infestation That may be true of some -- Those ones who made life traumatic for others Will feel the wrath of payback in the underworld But some kindly souls Taken before their time In unforeseen circumstances that whisked them away before they could Ask for forgiveness Ask for saving grace Are held in limbo A darkened place Where they glide over time Assisting others who come, like them, too soon Their hearts, though physically gone still reach out in kind ways -- touching the lighted moth who singed itself in the glow of too much light now flits in luminescence A star in this limbo land Bringing hope to the lost souls Who reside in comforted darkness. Lines = 24. Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() ![]() |