Hell
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
Shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
There is a raw quality to this poem which is quite terrifying.
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I know I’m scared! Lol!
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Wow, wonderfully over-the-top.
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That’s high praise coming from you!
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Wow! The picture grabbed me first and then the words did the same thing. Great work!
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Glad you liked it!
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Dark but lovely…the rhyme in hell 🙂
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There’s always time for rhyme in hell! Lol!
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The day I lost my golden ring was a big relief to me, Gillena. It fell into a lake here and it didn’t bother me one bit. Our romance was over, marriage was about to follow its ending.
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A tale of personal hell Jim? Lol! Thank you!
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Oh this is such a great imagery of a nightmare… somehow the rhymes make it like dark humor… though it rarely is.
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Good to see you, Bjorn! Were you off on your wilderness trek?
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I never knew hell could rhyme so deliciously.
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Lol! Thank you Magaly!
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Hellaciously good!
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Thank you!
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