Hell-Holes

not so hellish as it sounds, don't worry.

Cloaked in heavy thought
approaches the fork in the road
there was a sign there that read
"Pick a door! Any door!"
when I didn't see a single door.

Not even continued road.

Just a hole ringed with gold
coins falling alone into its mute dream
whistling their unclaimed tune as they flew
to die, surely, I peered into its
one yawing eye- it stared
back. I cringed.

Spat out at me was the stink of life
the grotesque element, I saw now,
radiated from several dark hell-holes
dotting the concrete ground.

Pouring into each was a
whirlpool of desired wealth.

So these were the doors.
Which to fall for?

Without doubt each led to
a bone-shattering death.

Without doubt
this gold was ceaselessly piling
on countless corpses.

So the question was-
which corpse to lay on?

On all sides the atmosphere
liquified
rushed down at me smiling foam.

Now or never
life or death
jump before the tsunami swept me off my feet?
wealth?
presses down on us.

At the fork
why not take the prong
that makes death what you want it to be?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Now or never
life or death
jump before the tsunami swept me off my feet?
wealth?
presses down on us."
I enjoyed this poem. Made me think and ponder. I like the places you took me in the poem. Always good to end with a question. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

What a terrific imaginitive way of writing...
totally digging it :D

[dreaming dame]

Love it, soo unique, and realistc in a pure fantasy:0 If that makes sense. :) Seems there are questions in here... keep it up:)

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

impressive write

[The White Wolf]

Sorry for the short review but: Holy crap! Two enthusiastic thumbs up :)

[angelink]

I love this poem!!!!!!!!!! Brilliant poetry, sometimes the only choices we seem to have seem to be wrong ones. Sometimes the right one is in front of us and either we don't recognize it or we choose the wrong one for our own messed up reasons, 100