My life is emptiness and drab
the golden ring I could not grab
the doldrums never go away
the emptiness it fills each day.
Black is the color of my dreams
awakened by my tortured screams
the flames they lick and burn my skin
as I remained entrapped within.
I hear the others move about
with flies and maggots pouring out
of gaping mouths that make no sound
from bodies that are never found.
Stripped of flesh and driven mad
the demons taking all I had
the fallen angels taunting me
my never-ending agony.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
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