Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

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 June 19, 2021 at 2:27 PM A dark place to be Terry, stuck in the middle for eternity. Tom Terry Flood June 19, 2021 at 2:43 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 June 19, 2021 at 11:12 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 June 19, 2021 at 11:48 AM Certainly couldn’t argue the point, Rico. Terry

L Milton Hankins June 18, 2021 at 7:21 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!