There's this place called hell.
Everyone has seen it -
it's just a matter of
how they regard it
Some can ignore it
Others will fall right
into it
It is hidden.
It hides, like predator
between the trees, seeing
Not being seen.
When we're at the most vulnerable,
It strikes -
and alas! Before you know
or try to fight
You no longer
can see the light
There's this place called hell.
I've seen it,
But see - is false, I dare not, falser
For it is dark,
without space or time
and you just fall headlong
Into its wile.
We are all stupid, you see
Yes, you and me,
who have seen this trap
This stratagem
This predator
This tiger
Yet thought it as a mere cat
There's this place called hell.
It is in your head.
It is in your mind.
You created it,
And most will not understand it -
For they thought it's bad
to hang around with someone
with a mental illness
Like snake hissing venom
to an already breaking vessel
of a crazy, Broken soul
There's this place called hell.
I've seen it, I've been in it
I'm lost in it, I'm trapped in it -
a maze without an exit
It's laughing, I can hear it laughing
or was it someone else?
Because everyone is laughing
There's this place called Hell,
and there's this person called Me.
Me can only wait
and wait
for someone to pull Me out
Or for Hell to swallow me whole
and make Me disappear
Without so much
as a vestige
of my once life
in this hell hole.
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Affliction
Poetry{highest #1 in Poetry #1 in Poem 21/08/2019} A collection of poetry drabbles by a crazy mind trying to find its way in this crazy, broken world *images used are not mine *I may make allusions to other poetries, books, plays, or songs *CAUTION: may...
