Hell

We were prompted in my college's writing club to pick a word and write from that word. This was my result.

This body that I am in;

This life that I am forced to lead;

These people thinking that they are God -

They do not care.

About themselves.

About their family.

About this beautiful planet that we are all stuck on.

Live. Die.

But do we really live?

We follow specific patterns, day in, day out.

The mold we were raised in.

We never truly live.

This begs " do we ever truly die?

Perhaps,

We are all immortals

Simply existing on an ugly rock in space.

Neither living, nor dying,

But in a constant cycle of Hell on Earth.

Author's Note

Since it was a go-from-there style thing, I began to ramble a bit. But I think that adds a bit of character. Unless that's my laziness showing through. XD