In Between Hell and Home (a poem)

in between hell and home


A road sign up ahead
Purgatory
I see myself
at 69
a fry cook at KFC
reciting pop culture
pick up lines
TV's continually playing
Today Robin Hood version 88
in sherWood forest he changes fate
while i clip coupons
..and check the dates
Living in boxes
Exchanging rent for my wage
while my noxious
neighbors weigh in on my behaviors
but judge not lest ye also be judged
doped up on adderall, alcohol and food additive drugs

..I pass my exit
..and continue to hell
I've reached the top
and I'm faster than Phelps
richer than Gates, married to
a vision of health
..But as the apple pie crumbles inside my mouth
..as I start to chew, my teeth crushing down
..the cinnamon, the sugar, the apple, the spice
..none of it registers, i'm frosted as ice
holding tight to my money i laugh anyway
i have all that i need, what else can i say

I keep on driving
the road's black as night
I'm stuck in a prison
of my own device
as faces stream by
they can't see my eyes
but i can hear everything
the shrieks and the cries
the gnashing of metal
the tearing of lives
and then i realize
with our ipods and phones
excesses of incestually violent modes
i stare out from my prison
i see emptiness staring back
and filling my soul
and know i'm not alone

I drive through the night
I run out of gas
As I start to walk the air bites me
the leaves brush my back
and what I do fear
is not the pain nightly
But the thought that forever
I would not live rightly
and be always alone
in between hell and home
and never hear angels
and never see strangers
touching the void
feeling some danger
for i thought i'd desire
live far from the fire
so numb i thought maybe
that nothing could faze me
but i left purgatory
and found a new story
and i talked to god
and i know some now worry
for maybe i did and i maybe it's hazy
but can you know for certain
if i've finally gone crazy

Or if I've truly left purgatory
and continued alone
who's to say
maybe i finally reached home

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[tinySpectacle]

Crazy is the home of freedom, so literature tells us. Excellent poem and very cool drawing.

[DavidRandallCurtis]

Super cool! :P

[fckuvrymch]

i heart your art.