[Life's as a Stoplight]
Red
Orange
Green
The signs of life
But we break them daily
And even die
Tickets fill our bodies
Like the dust to the land,
Some expensive
Some affordable
The police are maggots
Eating out our flesh,
Collecting the payments
For the tickets in
ourselves
Red
Orange
Green
The signs of life
But I broke red once
And I died
Father please forgive me
For I couldn't wait
Life was moving slowly
And I was hesitant
Then I found myself
in a deathly slumber,
But when I arouse
I saw only fire
And souls dancing in the
flames and ashes
This afterlife is nothing
To play with
Red
Orange
Green
The signs of life
I wish I waited
For the signal to drive
But I was distracted by
golden images,
Fast fortunes, fame and
endless riches
So I drove pass the signs
And indeed, I stumbled
With the ground opened
As the receiver of my life
For red was actually hell
And I missed heaven
By a colour; Green
And my punishment was
endless fire
Red
Yellow
Green
The signs of life
Study them carefully
If you want to survive.
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Even Murderers Die
PoëzieAuthor: Jevaunie Patterson Poetry Type: [Narrative Poetry] Book Status: [In-completed] Book Editing: [In-completed] This book showcases my life though murders, suicides and deaths (I support none of those things). This book examines some events tha...
