A blackness opens,
seemingly from nowhere,
too late to turn,
too late to run.
A fire bellows down below,
a boiling redness,
rolling sulphur,
blackened forms.
The promise of excitement calls,
something different, something new,
but the flickering light and dark
illuminates the hidden horror.
I see people marching,
headlong into the chasm,
shouting triumphant nothings,
with the sound of rattling metal.
But as they fall,
they scream,
and we are lost.
I see this as being about Hell. Am I right?
Hi Cricket,
I guess it could quite easily be interpreted that way, however oddly enough, that is not what I was thinking about when I wrote it. It’s about an ominous feeling I have been having lately, which I find hard to explain. That’s why I wrote this poem.
Oh okay. Well, I hope your feeling doesn’t come to fruition!
Are you Christian? This poem doesn’t necessarily imply it…but this poem coupled with your love poem…seem to suggest some kind of feeling toward spirituality…
Kind of. I do not hold completely traditional Christian beliefs, but I am a theist of sorts and with that belief comes a kind of inherent spirituality.
I am curious as to how you could guess about me being somewhat spiritual (whatever that means), as neither of the poems you mentioned had anything directly to do with God. Does it come through somehow in the writing?