Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson: Part 2

(Hell)evator

(Hell)evator

Stop

Listen to the sound

Broken silence

Filled with chills

Burning to the cadance

Screams of regret

Should have changed

Should have stayed the same

Top floor, going down

No stops, just crimson glow

And charred souls

Singed remnants of eternal love

Counting missed chances

Repentence, paused

And Hell comes to those who wait

J Douglas Stephenson