PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In life we make so many promises. We promise to this, we promise to that. But there is that one promise we make that no matter what we must keep. It's that promise that if we break it we know that the world as we know it will be over. Ever been touched by an Angel, ever had a Muse whisper in your ear. When was the first time you knew I mean just knew that your whole life was at the crossroads of certainty, and if you ever had that moment and can remember it. Did it ever happen again, were you even that lucky to recognize it. You ever walk the earth knowing that you were dead, on a lease that was going to expire by a certain time. Can you even imagine what it is like to wait for your turn to just expire to die. To watch others around you die and wonder why not you. To want it, to cherish it, look forward to it. To curse God cause you woke up and knew your time was up. Only to find out that your still here. Did it ever accure to you that maybe you are dead and this is your purgatory, your own personal Hell. A Hell designed just for you. A design so grand that it gives you just enough hope that you think maybe it going to be better, maybe get better yet in the end it seems it can only get worse. Hell you didn't even know it could get any worse. But it did and you cry "Why Me? Why is this happening to me?" You didn't ask to be here, you don't remember being asked if you wanted to be born yet here you are. Part of a world you don't want to be in. Experiancing things you know make no sense, things that are wrong. Wrong in both the eyes of Man and God.