I'm too bad for heaven,
not sure about hell.
Living dreams full of nightmares,
got a face like a grumpy grizzly bear.
Though my soul is strong and pure,
diagnosis says there is no cure.
Walking along fine lines that don't exist.
where they should be, there is only a deep precipice.
One slip guarantees a non return ride into the abyss.
A place so dark you'll be lost forever and never missed,
unless a small ray of hope can cut through darks' solid cast.
Powered by emotions laid deep within our past.
Should a bright beacon be sent to guide my misguided soul
then I shall follow its path away from somewhere I don't wish know.
To slowly ascend from such a fathomless depth
and engage in life riches so once bereft.
But, before I relinquish the darkness of the past,
I thought I'd give hell one last blast,
by entering the red zone with lots of noise
and let scream the engine before it explodes.
Can't think of anywhere I want to be
than riding my Harley feeling free.
However, there's one thing that's for sure,
there's now a vacant sign hanging outside hell's door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of great imagery underneath the lace of humor!