Hell Poem by Margo Reid

Yours and My hell is not the same
For you it could be the terrible aching of pain
You feel on the inside
Something you are afraid of to hide
It burns your body, and pulls you out of control
It could left you with a wounded soul
Hell for me could be loneliness
Or Failing an important test
Hell is when you’re alone
But deep inside you want someone else around
When you are lost and barely seem to exist
Nothing left, because life for you turns out in a tragic twist

Hell is something you fear
When you love ones aren’t near
It could be the death of a beloved one
And deep down you wonders what you have done wrong
Hell is what makes you, YOU
And then you wonder what to do
Hell is for me, when know-one else can understand
The ordeal of life I’m going through, except God That powerful man
Hell for you could be crying in fear
Struggling in your daytime career
Its what makes you feel alive?
And its what’s makes you strife

If yours is not the same as mine
Am I wasting Time?
It’s the fears and tears or something someone else brings
Hell is an awful thing
It brings pain and tears
It’s your deepest fears