SURREAL POETRY
Red Silhouette
Red silhouette
Envelops me in the fires of hell
Never ending torment
A lonely soul crying out for mother religious
But your pleas go unanswered
All are doomed who trespass here
This road down which you have passed
Is long and isolated
It belongs to those who frittered away their lives
Waiting for things to happen
Waiting for God to intervene
But you were lazy
And did nothing to help your self
You passed into old age
And realised the errors of your ways
But even then you only asked for forgiveness
Empty words that held no meaning
Your heart was not there
It had decayed and become rotten
Fruitful territory for the man down below
He ate into your soul
You became cowardly and complacent
Criticising all those around you
But never daring to do anything constructive yourself
Now you are old
And time has run out
Down below
And don’t complain
The angels above have had enough of your words
The demons are ready to cut out your tongue
Your screams will be pleasant music to their ears
Its time to face up to your innermost fears
(inspired by Fever by Jason Beam)