Purgatory
Punish—the—punished
Torture—the—tortured
Death—to the—dead
My whole life I’ve lived
In this chamber of horrors
Four times I have smiled
A real smile
4 times at the birth of a child
My 3 and 1
Never yet
Has my life
Begun.
Unborn I am - empty of soul
Maybe never to smile no more
Heavy my steps
Deep my breath as I endlessly dwell
Is this life? Is this Earth? Or is this hell?
Will this constant ever give?
When –o-when– can I live?
I feel pain—but do not cry
On my knee’s I pray, but why?
What am I to ask my GOD?
Is my suffering in vain?
Will I ever smile again?
What-oh-what am I to do
When the only color I know is blue
Is there no rainbow to see?
Or is this designed just for me
Existing between his Countenance and earth
Wondering if my mother smiled
After my birth
Can I end this madness?
Bring an end to such sadness
I am done
I’ll say no more
While I stand here
At the devils door…
© Keely L. Gibson. All rights reserved,
(2014)
The poem is about me, and how I feel living here, in this world.
