Hell Simplified

He fell to the floor with the very last beat
And never did breathe again.
No one was nearby to help him survive,
For he had not a single friend.

Awareness was in his surroundings.
He knew that perhaps he had died . .
Upon seeing his agonized body convulse,
Then breathe out one last suffering sigh.

Bewilderment then came upon him.
His mind grasped outward for truth.
Where was the tunnel and where was the light:
Those stories from out of his youth?

Then a cold, steely calm overtook him.
Understanding and irony seeped through.
Tunnels and light were for heaven bound souls;
Those going to hell get a far different view.

As the bad day wore on and another one dawned,
He was forced to accept his grim fate.
And to face the hard fact he must pay for each act,
For his greed, for his lies, for his hate.

He determined that hell just might suit him quite well,
For he'd garnered low marks in life's test.
What he needed just now, was to get there somehow . .
Become one with the worst of hell’s best.

Soon the pitch and the sway of his coffin,
Toward a hole freshly sculptured nearby.
No funeral, no friends, just a few muffled sounds:
Not for him, would there be sad goodbyes.
 
Then he felt the grave swallow his casket;
Dull thuds of moist earth soon grew dim.
Felt horror and dread in the silent, pitch black,
Implored Satan to now come for him.

But no one would come, because no one could hear,
Silent screams from the depths of his vault.
He lies there in the dark, imprisoned in rot,
With the knowledge his fate is his fault.

And his wait will go on, forever, then some:
Like dead leaves fallen into a well.
Jailed by the grave in foul suit of decay . . 
Screaming day after day, "This is hell!"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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U.D Palawon  Avatar
September 12, 2016 at 7:58 AM
This is horrible picture of hell....something to remember certainly! :D Congrats Sunita
Arnone Avatar
September 11, 2016 at 7:41 PM
Favorite line, "Become one with the worst of hell’s best." So, I guess he'll never get to meet the worst of hell's best? Congrats on a pleasantly creepy write. :-)
Scars Avatar
September 11, 2016 at 5:54 PM
oh wow Diane! this is a very thought provoking and powerful message. It seems that I do wonder sometimes what it would be like to die, but to go to hell...crazy stuff..your imagery was great and very "chilling" to the bone...congratulations on your placement :)-luloo
Leiser Avatar
March 16, 2015 at 3:22 PM
Wow, this is a powerful piece with a strong spiritual message, Dianne! Well done! A 7!
Lefebvre Avatar
March 16, 2015 at 8:38 PM
Thank you for your kind comments, Laura. At my age one has had plenty of time to mull over both Heaven and Hell. Perhaps it is because I am claustrophobic the ultimate fate of the character's soul in 'Hell Simplified' was to travel no further than the grave itself. What a horrible fate that would be.
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