Hell

3/3/09
‘Patience’’ He says
tempting me with not an apple
but a knife, a rope, a bottle of pills,
Tug of war – the casualties over the last
five years
wouldn’t come back on Halloween,
Beating hearts but dead to me -
I’m dead to them in the ring of Hell
where they threw the towel in.
At one end – now all alone,
I was always alone.
And He’s at the other end with the best
and most overused excuse
‘a test of strength, a test of faith’
but secretly willing failure upon me,
knowing my demeanor is weak,
"I surrender, I surrender,”
I pulled, I pulled,
He let go and let go a bolt
I am flying backwards
all alone
with only the fires to break my fall.