Like a stone falls
Into a bottomless well,
A day begins in Purgatory.
Souls go about
Their unseemly business
Moving in their own misery.
Yet all of one accord would say
When asked where they were going
To Hell to suffer unholy wrath
Where the fires are always glowing.
For that is where we all are sent
In life we were unknowing
And our way of life
Bred these, the seeds
That we were sowing.
And as we sow, so shall we reap
We get cast down into the deep.
©Joe Wilson – The Road to Purgatory…2015