A Hell

A hell to only I know,

a hell in which

to speak and to grow.

A hell beyond my pondering,

in my mind

in all my wonderings.

It makes me curl,

clenching my gut,

making me wish

I could fall in a rut.

But a rut would be better

than agonizing pain

that tortures repeatedly

over and over again.

 

A hell.

A hell!

Oh, but what is a hell!

Whispering secrets into an ear

that won’t be able to tell.

The grain of each sound

ringing through my head

pierces like a knife

that makes me wish

I were dead.

The pain of each movement,

sharp and clear,

is hard to listen to

as I curl up here.

 

The cold sweat

all over my skin

drenches me in shivers

and invites Death in.

I wish it would end,

and I know it shall.

Regardless, Death impends

and gives flushed skin its pall.

Author's Note

For the life of me, I can't remember what I wrote this for.

Reviews

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Wow powerful and wonderful.

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"drenches me in shivers and invites death in" profoundly creepy! this was delightful to read. great job!