Another 5 min poem... let me know if I should keep at this.
She wakes in the Church with the sound of the bell
The seats are empty, the pulpit as well
The now broken Cross to the floor has fell
God doesn’t live in this empty shell
She takes to the street and looks to the sky
No Sun could she see, yet morning draws nigh
The air was thin and cold and dry
She started to panic then she started to cry
A guttural howl was a sound she did hear
Then scratching and moaning increased her fear
Shadows in the darkness, nothing was clear
And the bell from the Church still rang in her ear
She fell to her knees and began to pray
God would come and turn night into day
But the words of her prayer could not find their way
The wet on her hands said there was a price to pay
She looks at her hands and they are covered in red
The Church bell still drones and resounds in her head
She turns her hands over and is filled with dread
The cuts in her wrists remind her she’s dead
She wakes up each morning with the sound of that bell
She greets each day with a terrible yell
Forever in this dark place to dwell
She’s earned herself an eternity in Hell
Bookmarks