No Rest for the Wicked (poem) by Steve Groll on AuthorsDen

No Rest for the Wicked
by Steve Groll → (All Poetry by Steve Groll)
Friday, October 28, 2016 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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A wicked man finds out too late that death is not the end.

The wind was blowing hard that night But that's not what aroused my fright Alone in the house the light did fail I jumped to my feet as I heard a wail It came from the room behind the door That hid a corpse laid out on the floor The strength in my legs abandoned me I fell in a heap and shattered my knee The pain was extreme and the fear was bad I wanted to scream but that'ed be mad I tried to get up, ready to flee I couldn't stand because of my knee I bit my tongue and started to crawl I didn't get far because of the call I looked back for the source of the scream The door was open revealing the scene What was standing in the gore Caused my heart to race even more Eyes glowing red with an evil light Mouth full of teeth sharp and white Skin pale and sick, open sores I see Claws instead of hands reaching for me Desperately looking at the front door Would not make it crawling on the floor I had no weapons not even a knife Nothing to do but beg for my life With tears in my eyes, I pled my case The sound of my voice halted its pace He gazed at me with a quizzical look And then he said, "You're own life you took "This is your blood on where I stand I have come here to take your hand "A gun in the mouth is messy you'll find Once it is done no changing your mind" Then I recalled my life was so hard I longed for the peace of a quiet graveyard Once it was done I sought to find rest Something was wrong, felt fear in my breast The hideous creature stood where I fell "Fear will consume you, I'll drag you to hell" How could that be, life is the end I was ready for life to suspend "You've lived your life with never a thought Remember now the suffering you brought" Desperate I struggled to find a way out This isn't real, I said with a shout He touched my hand and I screamed in pain Laughing with glee he touched me again "What do you think, how did that feel I tell you this it is very real" I was told that death was the end "Whoever said that, wasn't your friend"

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on November 4, 2018

Creepy good. I got the chills. It also teaches a good lesson.

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on November 8, 2016

Very clever and dark, chilling even. Perfect for Halloween.
B.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 30, 2016

The most frightening poem I've read this season. It is certainly the other side of peoples' biblical thoughts of heaven and brings back the fears that people had in them during the Middle Ages when life was so hard and death was feared for its consequences.

Ron

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 29, 2016

Most apt and timely, Steve... ...shivers! Love, peace, and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on October 28, 2016

Wickedly clever.