A journey past life into the next world... |
Slowly the boat moves Along the river Styx. Paying the ferryman, You pass into the Underworld. A blanket of sorrow Wraps itself around your weakened body; The wool shrinks and the fibers tighten, And what was once a comfort Now sears into your skin With the firestorm of Hell's rage. Your soul is doomed. Your life wasted In poor choices And bad decisions. You call out for help... But the sound sticks in your throat. Screams shatter inside your head But nothing breaks through. You tear at the walls that are closing in, But all you get are bloodied fingers; Your eyes well up and dry; They catch fire Leaving you blinded. You stumble around Unable to save yourself Or find any small amount of solace. Collapsing into yourself; You see your hope flicker... And feel it leave. Now your future is set; You are bound in a prison of your own making; And nothing will set you free. 31 lines. Prompt for: Jan 22, 2016 (Ren) ▼ |