By the old man's sinking road,
Is a child who moaned,
Towering over his mother's tomb.
A few gold chips clenched in hand.
I came to him,
Noticing an empty hole,
And asked,
"Why such a long face, little boy?"
He turned to me,
A pause so eerie.
And then he smiled,
With a face so steady.
Never once blinking.
"I do not cry for her,
But for her soul.
It never reached hell,
As so it should."
In a narrow voice,
I ask him more,
"So she's in heaven,
Isn't that good?"
He shook his head,
With eyes so dead.
"She was a brat,
one sick little rat who
Mephistopheles promised,
To take her back.
But she is gone,
Far from sight.
Trapped in limbo,
With a heart so black."
He stood abruptly,
Lips no longer trembling.
To me,
he smirks,
With a hand full of coal,
That reeks some grease,
Something I could not handle.
"Welcome to limbo,
My dear Uncle.
Enjoy your stay,
As you are the star."
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Puisi"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
