Sometimes Hell is a Place Called Home.
Love
It feels like the freeing of my soul, the brightening of my life
Moving out, freeing my hopes, dreams, and life
Despair
It feels like the swirling vortex of the world is closing in
Closing in, crushing my hopes, dreams, and life
Hatred
It feels like a crushing blow to my stomach, out comes the bile and the sick.
It constricts my feelings, directing them toward the harm of another human being.
I feel like I've been forgotten
And to be forgotten is a fate worse than death.
The End
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Sometimes Hell is a Place Called Home., which
was posted on Apr 4, 2011 by
Seraphim'sZephyr.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
"Just feelings."
This poem is filed under:
Analogy, Elegy, Spoken Word
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