WHAT IF?
Here I lay,Transposed.
Between my life,
And another's dream.
Remembering,
How it might of been.
Before our body died,
Upon the rack.
As in life,
There's no going back.
Suspension in time,
Is not a state of mind.
Your only sin is,
To wander back.
To try to feed myself,
From a empty sack.
Empathy for these Creatures?
I feel at a loss.
As they nailed me to the cross,
Don't forgive them father.
For they know
what there doing.
It was humanity,
That was on the
Side of losing.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-03-13 at 00:18
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