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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