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

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Duke Beaufort

August 2, 2015 at 7:47 PM

You may have rubbed up against some religious sentiments, but do not fret. There is some of that here. I think the folks all mean well. I am always evaluating people's comments to see the kind of thinking going on among poets. Tolerance is always a very good thing. Personally, I think your work is fantastic.

Pam Deremer

August 2, 2015 at 8:27 PM

That is so very nice!! Thank you.

Duke Beaufort

August 2, 2015 at 7:44 PM

My dear, you have insightful work!! It is a very sad state of affairs. I almost think it is worse than death if it lasts for too long.

Bill Lindsay

August 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM

If you believe that Heaven is where God *is; then Hell is where He is not. Discuss.

Pam Deremer

August 1, 2015 at 12:53 PM

I think Hell is part of the whole picture. Since we are each unique, I think each of what we consider to be hell may have some common threads but would have a different twist, taking into consideration our own personal views on what would torment us, or frighten us.