What Waits

Not as young as I look,

not as old as I feel.

My mind’s circuits cinders

My soul’s wounds won’t heal.

Heartache cuts bone deep

Hindsight hinders sleep

I sold my soul

to The Devil to keep.

Those who’ve wronged me

have been wronged in kind.

An eye for an eye

hath left the lot of us blind.

Cautionary tales

parables that time proved true

the sages’ psalms, and pundits’ proverbs

I hardened my heart to.

Too many sides

to every story.

To the moral victor

Rarely goes the glory.

We all owe a death

We’re all born with that debt;

Yet, none know what waits,

Heaven’s gates, or Styx’s straits?

All hope abdicated,

The sands of time vitiated.

A void never satiated;

A fate worse-than-death,

divinely fated.

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