Nic Cross

Hell - Poem by Nic Cross

Hell is not a place underground
it's the words left unsaid
to the people in their mounds
the people who now are dead

Hell is not a bible story
it's the tasks left unfinished
at night you toss, turn and worry
your work forever diminished

Hell is not a sinners destination
it's the regrets in your heart
paralyzed by fear of your own creation
to afraid of failure to ever start

Hell is not some fiery hole
it's the chances never taken
as old age takes it's toll
life becomes a nightmare from which you never awaken

Hell is not some dark crevice
it's the darkness in the hearts of men
the evils that seem endless
that cause wounds that never mend

What will be your hell
what vice will be your undoing
only time will tell
with agony, your destiny fulfilling

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

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