Setting Fire To Hell

Which of us set Hell ablaze?
Was it Prometheus for fear we would not see our ways?
Was it the child of us crying alone at night
Hiding from monsters who despise the light?
Was it the one who wants his face to be seen, or
Was it the one who wants to forget the way the cold hurts on February mornings
Who can no longer be brave to face just one more day of hands numb to feeling?
Was it the one who wants to see all
or the one who wants to forget all?
Was it the one who fears the dark of night
or the one who fears the single spark of light
that jolts us awake from our nightmare,
making us aware
of the chaos and terror we would just as well have slept away
And gone about our day
Not remembering the hands we cannot feel but can only fold and pray
Unaware of the pain within?
I ask not to assign blame; I just ask for an answer, praytell:
By what cruel design is forgetting the greatest sin 
And remembering the greatest hell?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Lamoureux Avatar
May 1, 2018 at 12:18 AM
An impressive first piece.
Duncan Avatar
April 10, 2018 at 9:50 PM
Love it :)
One Avatar
March 8, 2018 at 10:18 AM
This is an excellent and thought provoking fist post...
Anthony Avatar
February 28, 2018 at 7:39 PM
Great work that will always make me remember the greatest hell and forgetting the greatest sin through imagination; I will live in the philosophic poem of yours.
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January 19, 2018 at 11:35 AM
Amy Sell, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this marvelous community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I TOO am ready to enjoy and follow you and your poetry if you'd like :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup 2018 :) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
Sell Avatar
January 20, 2018 at 6:30 PM
Thank you so much, Linda; I'm always grateful for the encouragement often lacking in this field! I read some of yours, too, and I thought 'Sleepless Night' was exceptionally sad but good. Seeing your mother die with Alzheimer's must have been quite the catalyst for many sleepless nights. Hopefully the outlet you have in writing is giving you some rest. Thank you for the encouragement!
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