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The Judgment Day - a Poem
The day is sweltering, angry clouds rolling
There is bright light on half of the land
The other half…dim and thick, thundering
I’m losing my way, road continue to expand.
Faces, faces, so many faces I clearly see
Not familiar of any, but new; where am I?
I sit, wait in confusion, then fell on my knee
As God strikes a finger to a screen, they all cry.
A petal plucked by fear is painful
I’m no more pretty petal for sure
Soaking, shivering, looking for a rule
No sign, no telling, so unsure.
Then I see a girl out in the far light
Submissive arms spread like wings
Facing the heavens, she looks so bright
Upon her head, crystal water streams.
A visible angel white holds a bucket
Of water holy, sacred, glorifying
Again, bless a boy with his mom’s locket
Like an innocent child in the rain.
Minutes later, slippers on my feet gone
Stepping into a shitty, muddy floor
Nothing more, dress splattered, done
A weeping angel guided me towards a door.
I called a friend who I see and recognize
A friend for years, but chooses to ignore
She never seem to hear me nor realize
Just scaling fishes; breathing, choking odour.
Not for long I find myself back to her
Now sharing the filthiest rocky table
Deaf and mute she acts, I cannot decipher
Fishes I scale too, no exemption to unable.
Our baskets we take, o’er heads and shoulders
Still darkness creeping within the flaring heat
Filling ‘em with fishes heavy as boulders
Scraping wounds, bruises, it’s no heroic feat.
Roads of neon charcoals, red and flaming
Walking bare feet, flaring pieces cling to our skins
No ashes gray or white, all hell is blazing
Stops a tear from falling to pay for our sins.
With bare hands we gather, grimacing in pain.
Alas, Satan’s servant rings the bell echoing screams
Thinking there is a time for break in this domain
Grimly it isn’t; but glad JUDGMENT DAY was in my dreams.
≈♥≈ ©coffeegginmyrice (Marites Mabugat) 2012, The Judgment Day, a Poem