If hell is one's most hidden fears
Pains
Sorrowful memories.
Then hell
Is where I am currently.
For I have never loved harder
Yet for every life I've lived
I have loathed in the end.
For the pain I feel has been ripped away
As tho each part of skin is being
Slit into millions of pieces by starving ravens.
I am in hell,
The proof is in each interpretation,
My heart is in a pit of the bluest flame,
My mind is constantly rearranged ,
My body mangled,
My voice un able to scream for help.
For I can go on yet shall no I.
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Traveler Beyond The North
PoetryAs a traveler sometimes we get lost in others lives. We fall in love, we make close friends. Hell we even lose sight of who we are by soul. Some a banded caravans and others like me, bound to be a one man caravan. Join me on the lost heart aching, l...
