My Hell Poem by Jon Hark

When I look at myself
all I think bout's my hell.
and i see my memories
flood around and burn me,
consume me, leave me
a shell of myself
wasting away in my toxic slumber
screaming, what the Hell's
wrong with loving her

my past is my poison
the path i take's treason
and I'm dying to know
what is the reason

why do I feel shunned
like a whisper never heard
sweet words they were but
are forgotten to the world