With death comes wisdom of how to live life,
A cruel irony that mocks the deceased.
Knowledge of what was missed fills them with strife.
The tainted spirits wish to be released.

In God’s waiting room the souls remain trapped,
Watching the living repeat their mistakes,
Mistakes of which most all humans are apt.
There is nothing they can do. Each soul aches.

The dead request the help of the living,
For without their prayers heaven’s gate stays closed.
But humans, not accustomed to giving,
Force the departed to remain enclosed.

They are trapped in timeless purgatory,
Watching the living tarnish earth’s story.