Here is your Hell...
no purgatory lay waiting.
Do you feel it in your burning veins,
within your corroded heart long filled with hate...
In your mind frozen in the past, impaled like
a fish on Hell's hook?
Your hell is now...
With every waking day,
lieing obsessed with demons reminding you
that Hell awaits every nightmare you dream,
For you don't have to die
to be dead,
And you don't need Hell
to burn.
3-8-06
Oh wow Kim, Once again you draw me into you through your poetic brillence. The intensity of your selected words for this awesome poetic composure has the greatest impact upon your reader with a vivid reality for so many living in our society of today. I must say I have to take my hat off to you and bow before your great gift of poetic words of brillence. You have such a reality style of writing and I like it a lot and would only hope that you may never consider of think of placing your poetic pen down as your wonderful words of poetry would be dearly missed causing many to bear a frown. Wonderful Poem. Your Reading Fan, Mickey Pig Knuckles :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the train saving a vommon seducing the random