Sheol Sorrow

 Quite a deep supernatural piece.

Foundation.

Do ghosts lament about life and regrets?

From love, relationships etc, what would you regret if tonight, you woke up on the other side, and had only two minutes to speak?

Unfortunately, taking the two minutes out.

It could be the probable reality for millions, if you believe in a continuation, after this life.

Salute.

Title 

Sheol Sorrow

(A lone voice whispers as an old black and white clock, starts ticking)

Now my life's great parties are all over and this Black Hole 

I now live within 

Ruled over by Father Sin 

Which just loves to breathe me in and out 

Like the silver flutes once did 

When I used to walk by, and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play 

Walking past, wearing purple and blue coats

As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons 

Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence

  

To quieten this pain, that still hurts the most  

Even though, I'm now just another lonely ghost

My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home, as I wait in here, to atone

I used to pray that I'd wake up free, from this asylum 

In the warm arms of my beloved, but now lost, Angel 

But no matter how hard the memories, or even how painful 

I'll keep them as a happy place, filled with all her love and photographs 

So, I just wait here 

In a hidden place found on no handwritten, or drawn road maps 

Somewhere with the ever watchful Great Intermediary

As I flutter my white flag of defeat 

In the cold and hot heat of, The Great In-Between 

In the wet lands 

Beyond the Akashic Records

Lingering by these bright lights, like I was walking on the Moon 

Kicking up broken white stones 

Singing sad songs for the hordes 

Standing in groups in the creepy shadows 

Watching me crying like a wounded King 

Come Back, 

Don't fear, you won't fall 

They all chant as the Golden Bell rings 

The Crying Game needs feeding 

The eleven-inch nails, needed pulling out, to stop the bleeding 

Stay with us 

The Nameless Things 

We, who whisper and sing in the Dark, all around you 

But all by myself 

I'll try to stay alive 

Somehow 

They can keep their Poison and Red Wine 

Their Civil Wars 

Where even gravity falls 

Either way, 

Here is my lone call 

You'll always be my reason 

My every time 

No matter the seasons 

For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads 

My heavy head and weary heart 

Always lead me 

Riding in paper boats

Back to you

In this mad, mad world 

Even though now everything has fallen apart 

Completely like us two

Just another pair of Father Times, many heartbroken sweethearts

(Ticking clock stops)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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