Seas of Hell

Tattered as a worn out quilt,
Washed away upon this abandoned filthy shore,
Shoes full of sand,
Dragging heavier along the path,
When everything becomes a lost path to walk upon,
Not sure to where thou is headed,
To the depths of hell would be,
Fitting in as if a perfect family member,
Already without a soul,
so what could already be lost,
When there's nothing to even carry on this forbidden road,
Pondering for a single shed of life,
Meandering about a busy highway,
Not even to be seen,
For what is a body with no soul,
Sand in shoes,
Dragging heaver trying to find another that can see,
See into the body with no soul,
To maybe try and bring it back to life,
But who could find when its just damned to hell for life,
Damaged goods from the seas of hell

Reviews

[Mz]

I love that last line, so chillingly accurate. I suppose we´ve all been there at some point. You capture the feeling so well. Beautiful poem, I tend to love poems that lean a bit to the gloomy side of life. This one is merged in it very deeply. If you have any more, send them my way so I can enjoy some more. :)

[Tai Ryens]

A body lacking a soul wandering amidst a beach that holds no passion? Quite lovely symbolism. I loved this.

[kublakhan27]

I'm shocked to be the first person reviewing this piece. I was instantly caught up in the painful beauty (or beautiful pain?) of this scene, and the images you've painted it with, especially the "sand in shoes" analogy for a soulless body. Wonderful work :)