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There was a Choice

by Audrey M Scott


Underneath a ghostly tree unseen
where no squirrels scamper at play,
you pine away in moonless void,
in shadow of vacant dream
not seen, nor felt or heard.

The wastelands of your mind a map
of signposts that have been,
a landscape of vagabond traffic
in words sharp and mean.
A misdirected land.

Not a thing marks where you lie,
your footsteps faded and gone,
bats shriek in your abyss dark,
serpents writhe your form.

Eternal caught, cast with evil;
fraught in punishment without end.
With choice, you
wrought demise
—your life’s reward.

Incessant heat of no release
a non-consuming fire,
fans your soul in breath timeless.

You are unable to expire.


May Scott
8/2001

09/28/2001

Posted on 09/28/2001
Copyright © 2022 Audrey M Scott

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