Cold tile floor.
What better place
to seek angels.
Demons come and go.
I can hear their voices
echo off the polished, white stone.
I wish I had known
that what it is
is only what it is
and not all these dreams
I’ve been sold.
The judges don’t acquit
and Hell is just
a few short feet below.
I can feel it on my skin,
the sweat
of yesterday’s sin.
There’s a window
where the sun comes in
and I wonder
where the darkness ends
and light begins.
Think about picking myself up,
but my muscles ache,
and my bones protest.
Been down here too long.
If I could borrow some wings,
maybe then,
I’d think about moving on.
But here,
is where lies end
and truth is king.
These cold tiles
show everything.
I’m a fool
in a circus’ center ring,
just waiting for the crowds
to bring
down the house.
Never been much.
Never been enough.
Hell is in the basement,
Heaven’s a few floors up,
and I’m stuck
here, on the floor.
Not sure I want to be here
anymore.
Gonna have to sit,
kneel,
and stand,
if I’m gonna walk out that door.
It’s gonna take some effort,
but I think
it will be worth it.
One.
Two.
Here we go…
DJR – 2023
