Nephenthes took my original Destination: Hell and gave it sense and order, making it a much better poem. I am reposting it with his edited version and with my gratitude. This was in response to Christians challenge to write about Hell.
I listen and hear screams, reach, feel boxed in, cannot move an inch.
I cannot breathe. I open my eyes and see blackness.
I listen and hear screams. They are mine.
I reach and feel nothing. No one's hand to hold on to;
No one's arm to grab on to.
I am falling through blackness. I listen and hear screams of terror.
I reach and feel searing hot flames.
I cannot get out of them.
They burn my skin like leaves in a bonfire.
I smell my burning flesh.
I open my eyes and see pitch black.
I listen and hear nothing.
I try to scream in pain but have no voice.
I move away; but, the flames are everywhere and engulf me.
I reach and feel nothing, no air, no ground, no warmth.
I open my eyes and it is ebony.
I have no eyes. I listen and hear the moaning of my soul.
I reach and feel emptiness and cold, the complete lack of love.
Black, dark, empty, silent, cold, alone.
I have no eyes to open, no ears, to hear, no sensation of touch,
no smell, no tongue to speak.
It is just my mind now, out here in nothingness knowing
I will be here senseless and totally alone for eternity.
I have reached my destination. Hell.
And with that knowledge, starts the taunts of the Evil One
He reminds me over and over and over what I had,
What I threw away, what I could have had
And what I will never have.
His home is in my mind, and he will live forever more.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 02:19
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Repost Destination: Hell
I reach, feel nothing, anywhere, open my eyes and see darkness.I listen and hear screams, reach, feel boxed in, cannot move an inch.
I cannot breathe. I open my eyes and see blackness.
I listen and hear screams. They are mine.
I reach and feel nothing. No one's hand to hold on to;
No one's arm to grab on to.
I am falling through blackness. I listen and hear screams of terror.
I reach and feel searing hot flames.
I cannot get out of them.
They burn my skin like leaves in a bonfire.
I smell my burning flesh.
I open my eyes and see pitch black.
I listen and hear nothing.
I try to scream in pain but have no voice.
I move away; but, the flames are everywhere and engulf me.
I reach and feel nothing, no air, no ground, no warmth.
I open my eyes and it is ebony.
I have no eyes. I listen and hear the moaning of my soul.
I reach and feel emptiness and cold, the complete lack of love.
Black, dark, empty, silent, cold, alone.
I have no eyes to open, no ears, to hear, no sensation of touch,
no smell, no tongue to speak.
It is just my mind now, out here in nothingness knowing
I will be here senseless and totally alone for eternity.
I have reached my destination. Hell.
And with that knowledge, starts the taunts of the Evil One
He reminds me over and over and over what I had,
What I threw away, what I could have had
And what I will never have.
His home is in my mind, and he will live forever more.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 498 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 02:19
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