Monday, 16 April 2012

Hell and back pt 1

man raises his goblet
savors the moment
a pause for a whiff
then proceeds without caution

an angel appointed heard pants between sips
unmoved by the greed
man smacks his cracked lips

angel eyes the concoction
henny the choice poison
a drink to drown sorrow
or bring truth to the open
man gulps
leant back
he falls
descends
he floats
his watch- 
hands froze
It begins..

surroundings transform
walls vaporise
he begins to freefall
feels temperature rise
the pace; blinding
tears to his eyes
as panic takes hold
with the grip of a vice

Snapshots of buried memories..
as he falls they rise
marbles on concrete
A moment in time
lost ones
loved ones
the promises made,
debts yet paid
time spent wasted away

for a grudge: a regret
the pride once held dear
now feels like rope
round his throat
choked.

Chest heaves
breath squeezed by the agony's terror
The angel observes calm not lifting a feather..

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