Regret has two sides.
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
Karen Hayward ©2016