Purgatory

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Maybe I was not meant for saving
Nor for salvation, for deliverance

Maybe I was meant to penance
For a life full of guilt and regret

Maybe I had tilted the karmic scales
Askewed them to the extent
That they needed to be rebalanced

Maybe the red in the ledger
Was the karma I had accrued on my head
Maybe the ledger needed my blood 
To atone my deeds, to clear its red

Maybe I was not meant for a life
For compassion, for intimacy
Maybe all I was made for
To take over from Sisyphus
And bear the burden that is life
And stay in this purgatory

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