Abandonment
by Tanya R Sperl
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Fearing the Devil's wrath
I run for Heaven's door,
solid and strong,
oak encased in iron.
I pound and I claw
til my fingers bleed red,
staining the oak, soaking the floor.
At once, I break through,
falling to my knees in gratitude
and I look upon the heavenly throne.
To my horror, He laughs at me,
just laughs like a madman.
And in my sorrow and my shame,
I crawl on bloodied hands
out the door, down the stairs,
back into the Pit.
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