WINDING ROADS TO HEAVEN’S BRIGHT STAIRS A puppeteer prankster, I call my own shots Pulsating in darkness, with insanity dreamed slots Useless my name, and Mr. Hopeless my right This bogey-man tragedy, I’m a bump in my night? Galloping grotesquely at the grim-reapers gate Opening and shutting, it’s deciding my fate Cow-licked sentinels, pick their teeth in delight While I limbo down under, to escape from their sight Disparaging gloom shrieks out blame once again My venomous self- hatred for sins Ive yet sinned Grinning, and dancing, they tip their hats at my cries My scorched feet flamed, as I gasp to say why Cubed clouds quash, my every last breath While shame is my game, with every last death Ballard balls lined, as I dice my last friend I should have, I could have, I scratch at the end “Don’t love me, or leave me”, becomes my tormented dare My bone weary cries of “why should you care?” When a curtain of light beams to Heaven’s bright stairs As faithful woman grins, at her heart answered prayers Copyright October 2013 by Mary L. Palermo Edited March 2014
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 01:26:15 +0000