– a hell to call my own –

Worse than any sulfuric smell,

much worse than the feeling of fire upon my flesh…

it isn’t loneliness no more that haunts me,

or whether or not Daddy Dearest wants me.

It is to be trapped in such a glass household as this,

the one I know all too well…

It is to be trapped in such a glass community as this,

as fragile as one can tell…

 

for all eternity –

 

forever and a fortnight –

 

forsaken…

 

that is the most unholy of hell for me.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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2 thoughts on “– a hell to call my own –

  1. I think we all live in our respective worlds and they our our own perception of hell.
    I like how you have structured this poem. Very interesting and you used colour, very good, visual cues work for me.

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