Purgatory

I took the pills ’cause I killed a guy I slashed my throat They hung me high My neck is broke My blood flows free I choked on rope Yet still I be Michael or Gabriel Who e’er you might be Why do you offer No passage to me I sit and wait I sit and dread I must suppose I am not dead Is this the way You don’t forgive? I cannot die Yet cannot live

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 6/19/2021 2:27:00 PM

A dark place to be Terry, stuck in the middle for eternity. Tom

Terry Flood
Date: 6/19/2021 2:43:00 PM

I know purgatory had an assortment of definitions depending on your information source, but most seem to lean towards (to use your words) the stuck in the middle thing. Thanks Tom. Terry

Rico Leffanta

Date: 6/19/2021 11:12:00 AM

The chap who leaps from the roof and survives as quadriplegic unable to complete the task is certainly worth a second thought ....

Terry Flood
Date: 6/19/2021 11:48:00 AM

Certainly couldn’t argue the point, Rico. Terry

L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/18/2021 7:21:00 PM

Wow...this is a penetrating set of stanzas, Terry, with a powerful ending. I suppose that would be purgatory (even if the church no longer teaches it) to be in a state where one cannot die and one cannot live. Good one!