Personal Hell Poem by Logan S

Personal Hell



I see my savor looking down on me
Giving me disdainful thoughts of sorrow
I fall and cry
Holding a cross slowly burning in my hand
Shouting please forgive my sins
Yet now its too late
The unforgiving smell of burning flesh is overwhelming

Personal Hell
2007 LS

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