A Brimful of Torment
Going to hell is a brimful of torment,
like you don't want to stay longer than a moment.
With all the heat scorching your skin,
sure, it's the worst place you've ever been.
It is like dying a million times everyday,
but in this prison, you have no choice than to stay.
With all the screams of wanting to be spared,
your fated soul is more than scared.
It is like being shattered thousands of times,
like being ripped of all your reasons and rhymes.
What you can only do is to endure
the shredding blades of endless torture.
March 10, 2023
Hell Poetry Contest (10th place)
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2023
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