The Devil’s Corkscrew, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Devil’s Corkscrew

Down and down the deep spiraling stair case
Darker than dark it is traveling down
Slower than slow for this is not a race
Quieter than quiet all wear a frown
There will be no rest till they reach the end
Round and round as if a merry go round
There is no way for a message to send
The steadfast rule is dare not make a sound
No crying or begging is ever heard
As new tenants enter the hellish heat
Greater than a witch’s cauldron being stirred
The everlasting journey is complete
This is the place that so many do fear
For treatment of the soul shall be austere

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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