Hell
I don't know how long
I have been here – yet, a
sense of having been here
before; don't known where
ultimately this journey will
lead me – would like to think,
even some surprises for God –
how troubling if to know it
all – each journey...and terrible
fall; hell can be no consolation!
Somehow also the maker
having flawed – a part of Him
remaining with those He had
once adored. I think of my
achievements and failures,
worse the child whose
pain I must sustain – somehow
feeling jointly to blame –
if God can truly hear me,
please tell me Your secret,
for I die....
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