A Place Called Purgatory
This place is from another age
Invisible, but not to those who rage
A place not of peace, of quiet, or simple grace
But a place where precious memories are lost without a trace
Where is it then that I do stand?
Where I see a land called purgatory
What brings me upon this place?
What must I have done, what is my disgrace?
These souls that around me lie
They would have me bend and cry
Deliver punishments to ease their pain
To purify their sins so ‘they’ can die
In vain hope they see my trouble
My mind awash as I see double
In torment standing in this place
Can the next step be paradise?
My soul is out to purify
My anguish open for all to spy
What affliction must I suffer?
The cleansing of my spirit?
This single step before the next
The place through which we all must pass
Before the judgement is sent down
Are we observed as being clowns?
(2008)
Note: Uncertainty follows us throughout our lives, but eventually the time will come for many of us to face this place.
