DEAD MAN WALKING

Dead Man Walking

Down the liquid corridors
Endless footstep fall
Amid the swirling mists
Do voiceless mysteries call
Must we weeping dwell
As many surely do
Neath heaven’s lofty promises while wading into hell
Where does the soul exist
And where will it abide
Listless, torpid, floating
Kedged somewhere deep inside
Immutable reality
Nudges deep regrets
Granting now that what the soul does ask it most surely gets
(Fun Hint: Read the first letter of each line – it forms the title of the piece!)

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