Living Wonderful Hell Poem by Anita Atina

He has a beautiful life, they say

And everythings perfect in a way

Except that life felt superficial,

Empty everyday


Below the surface, loneliness gnawed, purpose lost

Why am I here? Where am I going?

In the dead of night, while all slept

He thrashed agonized


Praying to all that was holy

Lead me, reveal the purpose

I must surrender myself to

Living an empty shell, is tearing me in two


Time is running out

I must find a purpose

Rather than going through the motions

Living wonderful hell