Life Below

Not free, not wise, not kind, not loved,

and tethered to the past

 

Unwilling to admit the truth,

he met his match at last

 

His Muse had warned time and again,

a reckoning was near

 

His eyes to close, his voice to mute,

beyond his greatest fear

 

Unsung, unwanted, lost, alone,

his nights became his days

 

His abrogation to regret,

the price all sinners pay

 

If just one chance to then go back,

and take that other road

 

The dark would pass, the light return

—and end his life below

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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