"Take a number." They said.
"And wait to be called.
This is the land of the dead.
There were hundreds, no thousands,
waiting in line.
I was number five thousand
It felt as if Time stood still.
We had hardly moved an inch.
I couldn't see where the line did end,
and for my life back my heart did wrench.
If I had known this is what had awaited me,
I would have never walked through that door.
The afterlife is much more scarier once you know,
than it ever was before.
The anticipation, the nervousness.
Never knowing when your time is up.
How long have I been standing here?
Enough is enough.
I'm already dead,
what more can they do?
So I stepped out of line
and cut in front a hundred or 2.
Still I was no closer than before,
My number still the same.
And the person in front of me,
hadn't even changed.
I had made no difference.
I was stuck in this place.
My mind went frantic
Surely it was Hell I faced.
This was my purgatory,
I soon realized.
And this was my punishment
for wasting away my life.
© Copyright NMJ 2012
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