The Season in Hell
by Robert Combs
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desperate corners
crossroads of life
waiting for direction
resurrection
another injection
of pondered notion's
dreamy potion
decades of living
with the beast
without peace
blessed redemption
from the house of detention
I have some friends inside
once
I walked
where angels tread
I spun the fabric
of their gold
until that night
of bleeding
where demons take
hold their blistered palms
to the fire
and wait
hiding
anticipating
those of predetermined
fate
an empty shroud
standing
sentry at the gate
I have some friends inside
again
the seasons of peace
meticulously clean
their palette
and prepare
within the pall
lies a maelstrom
of dreams lost
wishing
praying
for the colours
of light and dark
to separate the curtains
revealing the starless abyss
I have some friends inside
stoned
lying on a worn out mattress
in a burned out basement
among the lies
that drape the walls
that form the barricades
and pour forth that certain
liquor of the gods
vengeful
malevolent
I am at the gate
spent
knocking on the door
I have some friends inside
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