The angel’s grasp, I slip through
Reaching and clawing
With nothing to clutch to
Clouds can not save me
As I hurtle to earth
Closer to peril
Closer to the dirt
Picking up momentum now
As the fall speeds quickly on
Life passes before me
And the things I did wrong
The doors that were open
Are shut tight and barred
Limbo 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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