Hell is hugging the guardrail as you traverse the highway
Feet bare to glass and rust and stone upon stone
Limbs driven by the atrophy of snapping tendon
Hell is the rattle of change in your cap as you await the sound of angels nearing
Hell is the knowledge that you bear no mark of grace
Breathing still but dead in cold earth
Crying out for love and hearing no echo
Hell is waking with your life seeping out of your palms
Ashes unrecognizable against dust and bone
God unrecognizable against his sullen perch
Hell is tasting the soft kiss of death under the bridge with vicious need
Hell is falling upon mortal feet from on high
As if an angel singing out,
My Lord, I am good, but you test me here
Comments
Hey, this is absolutely fantastic writing and you should be very proud, but I'm a little concerned for you after reading it lol, are you doing alright?
Hi Ema, tysm I'm okay lol, this poem was inspired by my frustrations with the homelessness crisis and my grapple with my religious identity, so it's a little erm intense in terms of subject matter :,)
Okay, glad to hear it :)
Heavy subjects always make the best poems, i think
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