Escaping Hades
A poem about living, dying, and the end. Or is it?
Do not cry for me, dear friends
For this is not a day for sorrow
My departure means that nothing ends
We will all be together at some distant tomorrow
Remember what I’ve done
For it was a true and good way to go
A life filled with love and fun
And yes, some suffering and pain as you may know
But all is not lost
For this is not the end of the line
Always know that life has a steep cost
Somehow, you’ll see things are just fine
Remember the times we spent with a smile
Not the story of how we got to today
Think fondly of me for a while
And consider some nice words you can say
Always, I’ve known, I would meet this grim fate
If I were there, no reason to cry about it now to you I’d say
This is the truth of mankind, we come with an expiration date
Death is the price that all men pay
Death is not an end, but a journey to be taken
One that I’ll tell you about someday
Life, it isn’t something to be forsaken
And time isn’t something to let get away
Learn this lesson friends and lovers
Take it with you and hold it to heart
Share it with friends, family, and others
Don’t forget this is our journey from the start
Take time to live this gift well
Protect and cherish each day and night
Before it is you who hears that ringing bell
Facing the reaper’s pure unsatisfied delight
Cry not for me, not one minute longer
Remember me how I was when at my best
I hope that I helped make your life stronger
Knowing I tried harder than the rest
Party on young lions and ladies
Drink one for me if you can
By now you’ll wonder if Heaven or Hades
Going downstairs was always in the plan
A legacy of no regrets I hope I did leave
Say nothing boring is connected to my name
Don’t take too long as you feel and grieve
Remember life was always a silly game
Most of all, remember my final goodbye wish
For I guarantee a better day will come
There’s some business I know I need to finish
When I get back, it’s going to freak out more than just some
It’ll take all of your prayers and all my might
But coming back is my next trick
And if I did indeed have to escape hell with one more fight
My final words to satan, as I crawled out of the pit, “suck my …..”
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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Comments (4)
lol, What an ending!!! Satan got nothing on you !!!! You tell him, Jason!!!!!
This is awesome. Sad, yet empowering and hopeful even in the face of death. Beautifully done.
. Amazing. I loved it
In my book, it's only hell if you don't want to be there as the psalmist reassures us in 139 that God is present even there. That having been said, those parting words to Satan are prime choice for any who would be our Accuser (what both "satan" & "devil" literally mean).