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LIVING HELL

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LIVING HELL

LIVING HELL

I dwell'ed in this nightmare of hell
I try so hard to make my words rhyme while I write,
but it is hard when you are always by my side
eating away on my mind,
I live in stillness of your darkness 
that gives me so much pain
Oh, my God hear comes more rain
its like I'm in the flames of a living fire 
but their isn't such a thing 
because hell is only the grave we crave,
I witness many things in darken dreams
that could make one feel like they are going insane
Oh, but don't give me the blame for all this pain,
Give it to the dark keeper,
I see the unholy making traps for me to fall in 
I get the visions of the light 
letting me know I'm not alone
God is on his throne.
I can see the broken down city 
what a pity to the unknown
The fame of the game isn't mine 
I son't want to carry on that lie
Oh, you intelligent poets and poetess go on and write
put down you famous lines of all time,
let the characters converse with me and I will write
them in my next nightmare to come
Oh, but they will never make me run 
because I have to much ink within my mind 
to write all my life,
I can see the desert streets burning in heavy flames
everywhere there is fear and more tears
cry's are come out from the city 
but no one cares about their pity
Oh, look at the blaze from far
burning in the heart of the dark
vanishing into the air 
woe to the broken spirits 
listen to the sound of the bell from a living hell.

Poetic Judy emery (c) 2017 7.9.2017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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