Corridors of Time

Will you fight it or will you go?

Through a hallway dark
Devoid of all light
I see where the antimatter hath left its mark
All I have is myself, not another soul in sight.

Within these mirrors the memories do cometh
Visions of a life no more
For I am Jacob and this is my ladder
To a palace in the clouds where wings soar
Or a wasteland of festering damnation
Captured within a jar promising peace or terror.

Were it all a life of sin?
Or a life of virtue?
For every yang there is a yin
All that is good hath the potential for evil.

I ponder what shall become of me
What will ye judge upon thee?
Gripped by fear as I recite this rhyme
A still frame in the corridors of time.

All my deeds laid bare
From childhood to life’s twilight
All my errors shown there
I beseech an answer upon deaf ears
If thou are locked away in Purgatory
You have naught but unheard prayers.

Reincarnation, yet another possibility
Return as another being in the cycle
Unless found ultimately guilty
Left here until thy soul be stifled.

I have to squint upon this coming sight
Shattering through the everlasting night
A comforting glow, a sense of everything being alright
The next world has extended an invite.

Though anxious, I must step forward
Or else remain a wraith to haunt the living
Will I go to a haven that is cloistered?
A lifetime of now lost moments
Breaking away into fragments
When I become enveloped in the light.

We bear no knowledge of what lies next
Will ye fight it or will thee go?
In eternity’s library our souls shall be recorded
Whilst our time here becomes a faint echo.

Reviews

[D Connolly]

Suggestion: "naught" means "nothing"; change to "not another soul in sight" or "naught in sight" to make grammatically correct.
I wonder if this is what our first bit of the afterlife will be? Stuck in a hallway reliving our best and worst moments and wondering if we'll stay here forever or go on? Waiting on judgment, if that's really a thing. Kind of spooky, I won't lie; I shudder to think about some of my past deeds, but I hope I can reconcile throughout the rest of my life

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

Ah thanks for the tip, I'll change that around! I have wondered about it as well and what might happen to us on the other side. I'm fascinated with the theories and ideas behind it. I can't say much, I haven't made the best decisions in the past but I've tried to learn from them and grow.

[Valentine]

Jack for some one so young you are really gifted as a writer. Keep them coming. Valentine

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

I am honored by your compliment! I try my best. Thank you for the kind and encouraging words, I appreciate them.

[Tony Jordan]

Again you tackle the meaty themes here. Our final reckoning.
Love the 'haven cloistered ' phrase - it recalls many visits to the local monastery to confession.
Sterling work Jack.

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

I'm glad you like it. The afterlife is a subject I find fascinating and the possible what-ifs of it. Thank you for reading and for the kind review!

[Tony Jordan]

My friend was a committed Marxist - he fell ill and died from cancer some time ago. In the final days my friend accepted Catholic last rites. I was bequeathed his books when he died. I was shocked to find a lot of books on the afterlife. I have yet to read them.
Your welcome Jack.

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

I am sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. Those books sound quite intriguing, I bet they would be excellent to read.