In the aftermath of death
my world has gone aflame.
Bridges before me lead to chaos.
I can not turn back.
roads in my wake are but glowing cinders
fueled by the flammability of my transgressions.
When things were fresh and new,
paths of a living journey
blossomed with opportunity.
I had my chance.
God made me an offer
I should not have refused.
Foolishly, I turned it down.
I procrastinated and lost.
Standing in a disarray of smoldering ash
I muse
Will this Dante's Inferno be my eternal abode?
I fear that it will
I am charred black with sin.
God does not go to fire salvage sales.
