39 Minutes

When the tar-soaked rain cascades from ominous clouds, And the oceans roar with Poseidon’s might, As the screaming ground heaves beneath your careless feet, Will your deadly heart remember the last 39 minutes of my life? When tears stained my scarred cheeks, And I cried out to the heavens, scrambling for your hands, But you ripped them away, leaving me to stand alone— Knees shaking, feeling so frail, Begging, pleading, breaking. I can no longer taste hope, Nor feel the warmth of light ignite my dreams. Darkness swallows me, piece by piece. Still, I called out your name, but only silence reverberated back. I could feel Death's bony fingers wrap around my neck, His black cloak covering every bit of my flesh, Barely able to utter a sound, And only the dying color of my eyes piercing through. I look in your ruthless direction with fear, But you turn your callous back toward me, Letting me succumb to the pits of despair. As my heartbeat stops and death takes its toll, My spirit curses your unforgiving soul to eternal damnation.