My Private Hell

Wrote this during the scandals with the Catholic Church

Let nobody know about dear father's deeds

for I'm bound by communion and rosary beads

but I've got a secret that I'll never tell

locked up inside me in my privent hell

 

I don't have the longings for memories of youth

instead I'm haunted by visions of yesterday's truth

Salvation and solice I had asked of this place

but now my conscious tugs at the mask on my face

 

His textile of lies show but a face, hands and feet

as each strand of untruth weaves "the cloth" of deceit

these devils and deamons, yes I know them well

they're standing beside me, in my private hell

 

The longer it lingers the stronger it grows

this burden and penance that nobody knows

The holy water is rising, it crests as it swells

I'm choking and drowning, in my private hell.

 

 

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Intensity is felt through every sorrowful line. Very well done!

[Lily Mae]

I worked at one for 17 years and I could write a book...it's sad for sure..xo Love and Light to you..and your heart...xo

[imawriter]

abused children do live in hell don't they. This poem evokes such deep sadness. Why does the human brain work in such a way that the defiled always seem to defend the defiler. Maybe it's some sort of weird safety mechanism... but the whole affair makes me sad and angry all at one. I think you captured the sadness of it all in this poem.