Purgatory Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

The onslaught was joined, and down from Heaven
Decended with speed and thirst for pain, came Abaddon

Silent he sat on the side of the futility, watching darkly
waiting for the end of the dreams, as always he did

There was no logic in the destruction that was inflicted
There was no mercy in the pain that was unleashed

The scars were created out of mere words and sound
The pain was exquisite, the wounds were deep and raw

When the shouting and destruction was complete and final
The time came for the Angel to descend with me gently to Purgatory

There he lay me, with terrible tenderness, but with no clemency
My fate was cast and the fires of limbo burnt my very soul into dust

The darkness grew fearfully and time was itself annihilated
My subjugation was complete, chained to Disintegration

Perdition was to be my fate, I was to hang without Time
WIth what tools was I to measure the length of my fate?

Her silence was the voice of my doom, soundless in horror
Our love was wrapped in a dark curtain of secrecy and torture

A vast flock of locusts flew away, snatching away all hope
Alone, I screamed in pain, in silence, in fear, at my outcast state

Who would come to rescue me from this lack of time and place?