THE SINNER'S FUTURE
Dawn to Night,
the darkness consuming the world,
stillness in the air,
silence so muted that the whistling of the wind brushing through the trees is heard,
all lights are off and only the streets of the wandering spirits are illuminated.
Morning but still black,
these weeping entities can not reverse time,
therefore they grieve in their self pity,
wanting for the Almighty Creator to forgive them of their misdeeds,
however they are not excused from their crimes.
Still bitter and heartbroken,
these despondent spirits are still in pain,
wishing they can change the present but can not mend the past.
The sun starts to rise,
illuminating the world and the streets,
the weeping spirits hide from the radiance,
people now start their day that awaits ahead of them,
no one suspects anything was wandering these streets in the darkness.
The clock strikes twelve at night,
everything turns black and dismal,
they come back out from hiding,
and wander the streets again depressed, heartbroken and bitter,
drowning themselves in self pity,
the years of their misery still stay the same and continue for infinity,
because you only die once.
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
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