Hell
Hell for me is not a place,
in some distant time or distant space.
It's more to me a state of mind,
you can't escape from once it finds,
a means to torture and steal you blind,
of warmth and love and peace of mind.
It comes to you, it comes to me,
often the damage can not be seen,
by one who's close or far away.
It shows no mercy, what can I say,
you will not know the length of stay.
I wish it would just go away.
P.R. Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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