Literature
September Poetry Prompt 2
A separation from the body
A clean split.
Grateful for the removal from pain and ragged hardship,
The struggle for survival in a world where so few thrive,
A restless spirit slips free of the bondage of gravity and soars.
Nothing more than a wisp,
A vapor on the wind,
This soul, broken by all it has endured, bearing scars,
Swirls at the point of a mighty Crossroads
The break between Heaven and Hell.
A final decision,
The choice only one a soul could make.
Two roads diverging in a yellow wood
Bound not in the realms of time and space,
An option offered only to those plucked from Life by Death.
The decent into Hell, where a thous