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the first section of an epic poem im currently working on.

I.

//Hold on to something

"Avai Avai Avai
Maria"

Clenched hands,
rosary and hymnals
Frankincense,

"Hail Holy Queen"

Pinpricks of sweat,
ripped jeans
White linen shirt

"Our Father, who art
in Heaven"

Muddy boots,
scarred hands
tattered leather notebook,

"Hail Mary
full of grace"

Blue marbled floor,
cedar pews,
Red cushions,

"Pray for us sinners,
now"

Black wire glasses
three day stubble,
Silver chain

"And at the hour"

Hazel eyes shifting hues
quick glances,
Shallow breathe,

"Of our death"

"AMEN"

Rising on wooden legs as
echoes begin to cascade across
The firmament.

Preternatural urgency,
steps of desperation
Stranded at the thrown of God.

No escape. No answers here.
I send myself to hell,
And make an exit of

The stained glass window.
PAIN. IMPACT.
//don't stop running

Racing ghosts amongst gravestones,
vault the ancient fence,
The acrid stench of Cerebus' breath

Chasing me over.
back alleys and yards
Tracing a path serpentine

To the last safe place,
I will ever know.
I remove the shrapnel

Of a now shattered blue rose.
my arms are still bleeding,
When i collapse ...

Author's Note

anything in //... marks designates the speakers thoughts.

Reviews

[Gaston]

Really Liked it. Think you misspelled a word

"Stranded at the thrown of God."

Throne..unless you meant thrown...then that line makes no sense to me...

[meghan]

i really like this.
truly original.