As Halloween approaches, I find myself gravitating toward darker poetry. Well heck, that’s not quite true… I love dark poetry.
This week’s poem questions faith, loneliness, and perhaps how we even get so lost in our rage that we fail to see salvation right in front of us.
I know so many of my readers love when I write more romantic, mythic verse full of bucolic images. But life, like art, is not all rainbows and unicorns. 😊
And navigating that balance of light and dark, soft and harsh, holds more authenticity for me as a poet. It feels more… honest.
So embrace the season, dear digital friends, and follow me into the shadows. If you dare… bwahahaha!
As always, please let me know your thoughts, feelings, and reactions in the Comment Section below.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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preacher always told us
the bible never mentions Purgatory
that if we accept Jesus in our hearts
we would ascend directly to heaven
you were wrong preacher
for i find my soul lost
in this boundless, gray, and featureless place
devoid of god’s presence, substance, or grace
devoid of anything like pearly gates
no grass verdant green
nor white linens clean
a wasteland obscene
absence, the final cost
for a life full of unrepentant sin
this overwhelming sense of being alone
– utterly alone –
staring at stairs
crumbling in disrepair
ascending to some doorway in the sky