tagNon-Erotic PoetryJudgement Room

Judgement Room


In the judgement room mother sits,
sons and daughters to her sides,
gray haired, staring fearful as God
perched before them, name tag
on starched white coat, delivers
his sentence. “There is no hope,
only delaying the inevitable.
It’s a matter of days, maybe months
not years. Time to prepare.”

Mother is scared. She cannot speak.
She wants to beat him down, demand
a second opinion. But she was not
raised to question God. Only hope
he knows what he’s doing..
The children coil and attack,
hiss, spit venom, bite back.
God is quick, thick skinned and unmoved
Only when he looks at the frail soul
withdrawing into oblivion, does humanity
skim the surface of his eyes.

It is a luxury he cannot appear to afford.
After all, he is God.

Report Story

bytungtied2u© 3 comments/ 1811 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (3 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (3)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

Refresh ImageYou may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: