It Was A Dark Place
I don’t think I caught my breath
until I’d reached the end of the street,
the rain was falling,
and the puddles covered my feet,
my blood was flowing,
and reaching an unbelievable heat,
a few scattered bits of paper blowing,
fighting the rain and failed,
and the sky was dark and pale,
I couldn’t take the fear anymore,
and that fear rose when I reached the door,
it was made of the finest oak,
and my body was completely soaked,
I spirited past the sleepy ghosts,
they had long drawn out faces,
with hints of evil traces,
even with their eyes closed,
I felt the gaze,
and for a moment,
the room would blaze,
exhausted, as my free will was broken,
I heard the torment,
but no words were spoken,
it was a dark place,
and I looked into the mirror,
and I could see the pain on my face,
I sensed fierce eyes settling on me,
then a bright light was blinding,
so I couldn’t see,
and then the death around me would smell,
that’s when I realized that this heaven
was actually hell,
my heart was filled with fear,
but somehow I knew no one
could touch me here,
and yet I knew this to be a lie,
the fireplace roared,
the flames soared,
and then I would cry,
because the flames would not satisfy,
I prayed for God to save,
help me,
even as I said those words,
I felt my old conviction wave,
the darkness taunted me about human passion,
but there was no compassion,
my soul was sold,
I was cold,
so I sadly turned away,
and moments later,
all the angels would pray.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio