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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2082599
A short poem about a visit to Purgatory
Purgatory

An aura,
rancid metallic taste,
neurons firing frantically,
and nothingness appears.

Trembling with arms upheld,
sinking to an unearthly cell,
cognition falls apart like a tower of Jenga blocks,
reduced to incoherent Bable.

Turning into a pillar of salt,
hoping for a silent resurrection,
I watch the grains of sand
gather into a quagmire,
which is neither light nor dark.
Neither pleading, no praying are allowed
in this state of nothingness.

“See me, feel me, touch me, heal me”*

The Furies, Alecto, Megaera, Eumenides, turn their backs
As Nebuchadnezzar rages,

Horrific, beastly screams as I wait…

And wait…

And wait…


*Lyrics from “ Go to the Mirror Boy” from the “Tommy” album by The Who


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