Maybe I don't want to go

The air is cold
As the night is dark
Placing all sins on hold;
I don't want feelings; so stark
Didn't listen; but I had been told
A coarse time sets reaches its tidemark
It does not change; it matters not if you're bold
Once you have boarded, this is a one-way embark
Had I asked a thousand times, I shouldn't have waited till I was so old
Maybe I don't want to go; but the river Stix navigator does not speak or bark

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Paige Hind

January 21, 2024 at 5:11 PM

How contrite and different this poem is, sometimes...our paths seem to flow out of our hands in the river Stix....like you said. Would that we were a perfect creation to our Creator.

Anonomus Scorpio

January 21, 2024 at 8:17 PM

Perfection is a difficult goal to strive for, I personally believe we will be judged based on how we attempt to live for it. I personally want to be remembered as someone who didn't see it in myself, but looked for it in everyone that I have interacted with. Regards A.S.

Silent One

January 20, 2024 at 5:08 AM

Your poem paints a vivid picture of a somber moment, marked by cold air and dark night. The theme of holding sins on hold and avoiding stark feelings adds depth to the emotional landscape...

Anonomus Scorpio

January 20, 2024 at 12:21 PM

We are all marred by sin, feelings of sadness, acceptance of this is what I seek in my time here.... warmest regards A.S.