The Pit And The Sorrow
The End Of My Story...Or Is It?
Opening my eyes to the sound of a scream,
the first thing I smell is the ash.
It all seems surreal, like walking in a dream,
I leave footprints showing my path.
Yesterday felt so far away,
there didn't seem to be a tomorrow.
I didn't know what to say
in this place filled with sorrow.
Feeling it I could,
like thousands of blades cutting through me.
Like a set in Hollywood,
this place, nowhere near something resembling a sea.
Flashes of lightning,
A rumble in the above,
there was nothing to fight for,
no hidden treasure trove.
Gutteral breathing I heard growing near,
footsteps telling me how close.
Bodies retching, screaming out in fear,
only one reality, the one that fits the most.
I remembered yesterday,
the things I had done.
I remember all the things at play
and seeing the barrel of that gun.
The sound was the last thing I heard,
Warm crimson flowed over my hand.
The fading tweet of a bird,
my soul leaving the land.
My sins had finally caught up with me
when I awoke.
Punished in hell for eternity,
until my spirit broke.
Taken to my final judgment,
ferried through hell on this boat.
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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