Poem; Hell




Hell’s described as a burning inferno, but

What if Hell wasn’t hot?

What if it was cold and humid?

Where slimy creatures live.

Crawling on my bare body and under my skin.

Noisy demons and gargoyles are performing at their best.

Feeding on my soul

Depleting me, little by little

Sitting naked on the cold marble

Nothing to do.

Nobody to see.

Nowhere to go but to rot here.

Darkness has swallowed me

So has time.

It bears no importance anymore.

There isn’t any end to this.

Hopefully, it is a nightmare

Nourished by fears.

Or is it how depression feels?

It can’t be true as I am not dead yet.

Or am I?


Peace and serenity

Lawrence Copyright © May 2018


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