The Black Hole Of Hell Poem by Lorraine Licona

The Black Hole Of Hell



Once there was a happy time when our hearts were in tune
and if I needed you
I could be with you in an hour
or hear your voice in a second
I had a certainty then of the love we shared
and I knew that nothing was too great to ask
I knew where to find you
And that your heart was secure in love with me
I knew your arms were there
to embrace me when I felt alone
Your lips
to kiss my tears away
Your love
to fill my every need
Then cruel fate took you
like a child ripped from it’s mother’s arms
And the grieving began for the death of our life together
The slow moan of a funeral dirge
was the constant companion
that played with my mind day and night
The slow torture
The pain
As real as the pain of knives turning in my breast
Forever deeper and deeper
as tears flowed like blood
from my empty eyes
My mind tried to recall
the days of sun and warm breezes that kissed my skin
But instead the cruel wind blew
Hail pelted my cheeks like tiny bullets
Stinging, piercing my skin
The evil face of death
stared me in the eyes
laughing at my pain
The wretched grin
The deep
Dark
Empty
Black holes
that held my hypnotic gaze
Till I opened my mouth
to a scream that would not come
As I clawed and clamored
to escape the black hole of hell

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success