A Poem by T. Edana Talbott

Hello Heaven,

I won’t make it through your golden gates -

I am undead, and unafraid,

Of etching in my name,

To unclaimed graves.

Hello, Hell,

I won’t make it in the flames,

I’m dancing in the cemeteries,

With flowers in my hair -

And I cannot have them burn away.

Hello God,

This child of yours has got ghosts in her closet,

I found them all, and one - I bought it,

With monopoly money saved from the child,

Dead inside.

Hello Satan,

I wonder why you watch me so closely,

The things I say and do or think,

Have entertained you remotely;

Perhaps that’s why your demons treat me so coldly.

For I am so abnormal,

That God, you do not claim me,

And even Satan does not see,

That what I am,

And what I breathe -

Is paranormal,

To the most glorious degree.

© 2017 T. Edana Talbott

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Beautifully written. This is a very though-evoking piece. (My favorites!) I like how you started each stanza like a letter. And each letter holding a story on its own. Your rhyming scheme is wonderful and envious as well. Really a spectacular write.

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T.  Edana Talbott
T. Edana Talbott

El Cajon, CA

"Sometimes when i look up I see stars that cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness and i pray that you aren't as fleeting, because when we're lying in roads i get the same feeling .. more..