My Private Hell

A Poem by unknowning

My Private Hell

Everyone has things that they consider unbearable either because it enrages them, drives them to dispair or just because they can't imagien any thing more frightening. These things for each person would be right at home in Hell for me it is simple it can't be touched, seen or heard because it is simply one thought, a thought that for me drives me to tears. I have had this one thing many many times and because I can't help but think it, my own existance has become my private Hell to most people it may seem trivial but for me it is a haunting question.

What if there is nothing after I die.