It Was Late November
It was late November, as I now remember,
In that fearful autumn as I lay in my room,
Dreaming of a lost love, a love now gone forever,
Whose body lies so still and quiet deep inside her tomb,
When I saw before me (oh, soul-destroying vision!)
The nightmare gates of Hell and all who therein dwell,
Sent as a warning by one within that prison,
Sent by her who’d loved me from out that burning Hell!
Writhing souls and flaming skies then spread out before my eyes;
Countless was their multitude, deafening were their cries!!
And I could see, as if a god, all, ALL their thoughts and memories,
Heard ALL their hopeless lamentations, felt ALL their agonies!!
Memories of a billion wasted empty lives flooded through my shattered mind,
While the screams and the pyres of a billion souls drove me deaf, DROVE ME
BLIND!!!!
Now I've been in this room ever since then.
I try to keep quiet, I try to be still,
Still as a tomb when the doctors come in.
One with a needle and one with a pill,
I sit very still in the room that I’m in,
The big room downstairs where they put the mad men.
(Sept. 12, 2016; Scare Me Good contest)
Copyright © Jerome Malenfant | Year Posted 2016
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