My Catharsis

A dark angel writes in the air, “There will be no tomorrow for you.” Then puffs of shiny cloud ebb, Ebony night surrounds me. I tremble in fear. I hover between now and never, as if I'm traversing a rough river on one bank: life, on the other: death. I feel an ebbing of nothingness, like gulping down bad breath, or gasping in asphyxia, between a being and non-being, sandwiched between heaven and hell. Which way must I go? Lord make the right choice for me, for I tremble in fear. How oft had I been told, hell is an illusion, don't believe! Now it seems like reality and I fear. I see my past, its rights and wrongs, a sort of blind imbalance, not a hair is lost. Where is the illusion now? Or worse is it delusion and regret, that I could have achieved much more? Thus I tremble in fear. Spirals of fog surround me, whirls of fatal mists envelop me, a long dark tunnel with a faint light ahead. But what lies at the end? An ephemeral awakening or an eternal damnation? What weapons are left for such a fight? I can only give my soul up and pray: O Lord, I trust in Thee. I fear no more.