The Next Time You Wakeup - Poem by Jordan Simon
You wake up and you in a foggy room.
You stand up and look around.
You’re confused and scared.
You try to walk but you feet are bound.
The bondage is so tight,
You would say you were in a block of cement.
Then you begin to do flips.
It seems you are in a descent.
You the WACK you head against something hard.
Then levitate into a standing position continuing to worry.
The fog clears and you see millions of other people,
You are now inside the land of Purgatory.
© Jordan Simon
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