It was true
Miracles didn’t happen,
You had to believe
For God moves in mysterious ways.
He moved a few feet away from the draught,
A fellow occupant bellowed a curse
One that if it eventuated
Would bring the world to an end
But then again in this place
Curses flowed like water some days.
The preacher was here again
Living he said is about forgiveness.
The guys insane he thought
When you have nothing
And everything as taken from you
Forgiveness is hard.
The Cursing Man cries out again.
He moves towards him
Drags his dirty blanket over the man.
The man grunts and falls asleep.
He thinks of his pact with the devil
To seek retribution.
He reflects daily now
And as time passes
He recognises the futility of his dream.
He’s seen men go crazy
Unable to accept they were once men.
The Cursing Man mumbles in his sleep
He moves himself closer to him
Body heat is a useful commodity
The Cursing Man was once a man
Tomorrow he’ll enjoy the sunrise
They’ll sit together as they do
Share a crust or two
The Cursing Man will tell him
The story of his life.
He will laugh at the funny parts
Watch with contentment
The Cursing Man reliving past glory
Forever happening in his head.
https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/2015/05/17/inspirational-sunday-prompt-6/
Morpethroad 
Wow… great poem! very intriguing… prison? purgatory? and if the one made a pack with the devil, why the kindness to the The Cursing Man? Ohhh you’ve got me thinking on this one Michael! That’s a good thing!
Thanks lori as I said God moves in mysterious ways.
indeed! 🙂
This seems to play off the MLMM prompt very well. Clearly you were in a certain frame of mind as you wrote – and this too, is a wonderfully fascinating and well written piece Michael. 🙂
Thanks Mercy, a challenge this one but fun all the same….
Awww… I REALLY REALLY like this one!
Thank you Rosy so pleased you are able to rise from your sick bed and read my posts.
I was busy all evening – had a training session with a new employee overseas. And – I got hit suddenly – so no time to cancel or reschedule. At least it was from home. Imma’ go hit the hay in a bit now.
Good go rest up, tomorrow there will be more adventures….sleep well…
Thanks.
Nighty-night.