Living Through Hell Poem by Paula Glynn

I struggle to walk through the smokey room
Through the fire my feet are slow to reach the door
I am alone like all the times before
Life painfully confusing and full of trickery
My tragic home higgledy piggledy.

Left behind from the noisy crowd
I do pray to the angels and God aloud
Wanting my soul to fly above the white clouds
Perhaps magical witchcraft at play
In my long life I did not even enjoy one day.

People looking at me and walking coldly away
Leaving me to struggle alone in the fray
My lonely heart fragile and breaking
A demon seeing opportunities wrongfully taking
Fragments of my mind with various memories.

Like old photos l hope long since disappeared
My life story is about holding back the years
Like I am at the steering wheel of a fast car
That is out of control and I cannot steer
Careering down the road in utter fear.

Where am I? I do not know
Perhaps I came from a demon's world below
Destiny cleverly cruel and never kind
I am a person who is fatally blind
My once innocence left far behind.

Seeing the negative side of life
I do admit is not positive or pleasant
But it is too late to change my fate
No matter what sexy man I did date
Because now there is no one to whom I can relate.