State Of Reparation, , Purgatory Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Who appointed you God and holder of the keys to my private hell?

Where purgation and lustration must be endured.

I feel it beckoning, its abyss opening to welcome in the penitent...

Hades and the underworld could not prepare me for this,

this netherworld of pandemonium

Am I to be chastened or castigated to achieve the joy of your heaven?

Am I forever seeking redemption- but loathing every penance?

Or an abandoned soul no one can pray for?

To head straight to the light or miss the half night

Where angels truly fear to tread..

I am in an endless space ‘twixt right and wrongs,

where other creatures seek sacrifice….

To free them from this living death… my purgatory