Somewhere Above the Pit of Hell, But Not Quite Close to Heaven

I scream as the ground crumbles.

I shudder as the Earth rumbles.

The Earth around me falls away,

Leaving only a bridge, left to sway,

Over the fiery chasm down below,

A molten mass, boiling slowly.

It bubbles and burns, beckoning me down.

I peer over the edge,

And fixed on my face there is more than a frown.

I shiver from my place atop the high bridge,

And look to the sky.

It seems farther away than usual,

Too far to fly.

Perhaps there’s no way out,

This time there’s no escape route.

I’m stuck,

Somewhere above the pit of Hell,

But not quite close to Heaven.