Hell

from hell 
pain hammers
pounding in the head
casting dark shadows
steel cold deep

dressed in black
to the crossroads
walking in the dark valley
eyes lead heavy
waterfalls 
aches in the soul

in a forsaken place
secluded reserved
in pain 
piercing pounds
for aching guests
in no man's land
a zombie
between the living
and dead

in silent 
screaming words
a desert
of barren emptiness 
echoes comes alive
loathing

craving the soul 
is imprisonment
taking a walk 
through the mind
pulling back
 the cobwebs

without escape
confused bends 
in shapes
now the thunder roars
distorted visions
twisted feelings
emotions swells

cursed in the deep
the spirit
lightning strikes
power within 
the brain
in dark pain
i yield unto 
the light

the soul speaks
with voices 
of the spirits
thundering 
in the mountains
as god sent 
my guardian

recovers the heart
tainted with love
stronger in fighting
silken feelings 
i now stand 
at the crossroads

a gladiator
of light
i survived 
a battle 
in hell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Deschler Avatar
September 5, 2013 at 6:08 PM
Yes, I am definitely standing at the crossroads between heaven and hell. Waiting for a guardian angel to save me, and show me the way...And, hopefully my path will not lead me to hell....I have a poem that I have not posted yet, titled "Somebody Save Me". It is about this very subject. I may not post it until tomorrow....Amazing imagery in this poem. Fantastic work!
Mohammed Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 11:40 PM
Thought provoking write my friend. I really enjoyed this one also.
Mcdaid Avatar
September 4, 2013 at 7:24 AM
THANK YOU DEEPLY MY OLD FRIEND BEAUTIFUL COMMENT GREATLY APPRECIATED
Chircop Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 8:10 PM
At crossroads..Each one of us is there everynow and then..In hope of picking the right path after battles in hell-Highwsy to.heaven-Cause life is what we make it.One chapter of our life can t ruin the whole book.Your verses makes me ponder so much re life
Mcdaid Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 8:41 PM
like an angel you say such beautiful words touching maybe the path is being chosen as angels appear in my life slowly defeating the darkness a light appears out of nowhere a change i begin talking beautiful again paths they change everyday its the goal post one aims for holding golden mittens in the hands a treasure beautiful
Chircop Avatar
September 3, 2013 at 8:11 PM
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