Hello, friends!

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

misguided teacher

carnival leacher

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


  1. Phenomenal work of art, P.S.! Everything from the diction to the rhyme and rhythm make this piece an in credibly dark setting for this soul trapped between heaven and hell. Again, one of my faves, if not THE fave.

    1. Well, PS, you made my day! You’re such a great writer yourself, so I am truly honored (and humbled) that this poem may have risen to FAVE status. Wow!! Thank you so much. 🖤🍷🌹🙏🏻✨

  2. I’m not sure I’d even want to take these crumbling stairs, even if I did believe in them. They look doubtful at best. There’s a feeling that the void is unavoidable and I accept that. You nailed it Pat.

  3. Wow, read and reread … all those years of religious conditioning, the fear of purgatory and hell, only to find a multitude of paths for one’s soul to follow.
    It’s a dark piece indeed but then it’s a dark subject. I guess we each reach our own conclusion as to a pathway to enlightenment. Loved reading this, thank you.

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