Lost in a crowd of darkness.
Hidden deep in the underflow,
of the non spiritual.
Gazing into empty eyes,
terror captures the moment.
Timeless effort reaps no
acknowledgement
Creeping among the dreads
of a dead society.
Immersed in the bellows of
HELL
(April 22,2007)
Oooo.....that's a better depiction then the bible gives....you have such a way with words that give great picture to the mind...: O)
HELL is just so underground, thanx for shedding some light, HELL OH... a write Melvina..i like it a lot
Melvina, you have captured it perfectly...leaving me...with a chill! Blessings, theo
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I would like to translate this poem
lack of verbosity. every word is implemented in this impressive, electrifying - torrent of a definition. Melvi, keep on. sjg