A Birdie Friend In Hell
A Birdie Friend In Hell
Hell is not an empty place but there is endless pain
When you enter, there are no exit signs
The real estate is not for sale
It is paid for with your soul
A billion miles of granite rock lands on you
Compressing you in place, to wait, and wait some more
Billions of miles away from other souls you stay
There are no parties either
A tiny anemic birdie is perched atop the endless rock
There to rescue you, (If it does not die of illness or old age
Or some other dangers imposed by nature)
After 30 trillion years it removes a fraction of a layer
With its tiny beak, tweet tweet, removes perhaps a grain or two
The giant granite mountain of a rock holds fast and true
After 5 million years, another trillion miles of rock are added
Piled on top, the original billion miles of rock
Not as an act of futility but for your discomfort
We pray you understand and forgive us for such measures
As for the birdie; is it still alive?
He struggles and takes a feeble breath
We pray that he won’t expire
Who will dig you out from all those miles?
12/05/14 -Dark and Deep (old poems only) - Poetry Contest - Sponsored by: SKAT A
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
