The angel’s grasp, I slip through
Reaching and clawing
With nothing to clutch to
Clouds that can not save me
As I hurtle quickly to earth
Closer to certain peril
Closer to hitting the dirt
Picking up momentum now
As the fall speeds quickly on
Life passes now before me
And the things that I did wrong
The doors that once were open
Are shut tight and barred
Limbo is no longer
Hell’s door is ajar
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
Wow...... this is awesome.
the imagery.. the clutch, the door ajar......... awesome!
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