WHAT IF?

Here I lay

Transposed,

Between my life

And another's dream.

Remembering,

How it might of been.

Before our body died 

Upon the rack,

As in life.

There's no going back,

Suspension in time 

Is not a state of mind.

Your only sin is,

To wander back.

To try to feed myself,

From a empty sack.

Empathy for these 

Creatures? I feel

At a loss.

As they nailed me,

To the cross.

Don't forgive them father,

For they know what

There doing.

It was humanity,

That was on the

Side of losing.

 

 

 

 





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-13 at 00:18

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