It was a long journey to heaven,
And a short one to hell,
I had two paths,
One that I left,
And one that was what I thought was right,
For all I knew I chose a full life,
Until I opened my eyes,
I was looking down,
And all I could see we're the chains on my hands,
And the chains on my feet,
Everytime I took a step toward the path of heaven,
They clasped tighter and tighter,
Before long they had started to crush the bone and tendons,
Making me crumple,
I reached to the light,
Still so far away,
I did my best to ignore the pain,
As It was coursing my veins,
Wracking and making my body weak,
It felt as if a shard of glass was being knocked around in my torso everytime I took a breath,
My sobbing was so loud all I heard were my cries,
So I dragged and dragged myself,
I didn't look up to see the distance I was,
For fear I would lose hope,
So I tried and tried to trick my mind that I I was almost there.
I didn't look back or down at my hands either,
I was afraid to look because I didn't want to see how much the chains had tightened,
Finally the chains were so tight that when I tried to use my hands,
All I felt upon my arms was wet thickness,
My feet were gone too,
So i stayed there,
For what seemed like hours looking at the dirt beside me,
My eyes so bleary and heavy lidded that I could barely see,
I couldn't ignore the pain anymore,
And screamed from every movement when started to drag myself using my knees and elbows,
It felt like years before I felt I had moved at all any great distance,
So I laid still when my vision started to crowd with black edging,
I looked a little farther,
My vision unclouding and becoming easier to see everytime I lifted my head farther,
Till I could see that I was so close to the gate of heaven,
It's gates were wide open and the light shine within blinding so nothing was completely clear,
I screamed and inched my way forward,
I was so close by two feet now,
And for every small inch my screams and throat scored,
Covered and layered with pure agony,
I reached out and touched the light,
My vision and mind blacking out,
I opened my eyes,
I was free.
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My Poems
PoetryFeel what I feel, from poems from my younger days, and to now. Note some of these are the poetic vision of a story, while some ring true to who I am. Note: some of these are meant for more mature audiences due to language, and hinted tidbits. Enjoy...
