Where The Hell Am I Poem by Francie Lynch

Where The Hell Am I

I dreamt I went to heaven;
(Or someplace, perhaps not there) ,
It surely was surreal.
I was somewhere in this vision,
For I certainly wasn't here.

In revelry I searched the crowd,
Saw countless faces shining.
Booth and Chapman smiled sublimely;
Oswald and Ruby discussed their crimes;
And Adolph and Idi wete enjoying time..
Charlie and Earl began singing,
And Brutus danced out with his brothers.
And the legions were carousing,
But my eyes wept while browsing,
I didn't see her here.

Did I take the wrong path,
As dreamers often do;
And miss the gates of Paradise,
To go to Hell for you.

In the centre of this commotion,
Judas beckoned and gestured,
Displaying a martyr's smile.
He joined with the others,
(Ones he knows as brothers) ,
And lead me to the One I sought.
I'm in heaven when I'm with her.

I roused myself,
Shook hard and long.
All the teachings we ingrained
On our bent knees, with hands inclined,
In prayer and subtle song,
Truly wronged us all along.
In death, I know, are gone our grinds,
As well as Hell behind.
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