All the way down to hell

All the way down to hell
I was thinking of stories I will tell
to my old,beloved friends that I'll see
waiting patiently for me.

Counting sins down to hell
I heard a disturbing bell
which called me to apologise
for now I've faced bitter demise.

There's a lot of mourning down to hell
for I know what tears look like very well
I hear friends mourning for things they haven't done
for time has always been on the run.

All the way down to hell
I cried,dead flesh,by myself
for I've come to deathly realise
I have not lived nothing until I died.



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-02-05 at 18:48

Tags Sorrow  Death 

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I enjoyed this dive in poetic form. The say you have to hit bottom in order to really see the light of a new way. There is nowhere lower to go and its all up up up, out of hell. Keep writing, smiling at you, somewhere up there today, Tai
2009-02-05


Zoya Zaidi
Dear Eva,
There is such a sadness about this poem,
and yet it is wonderfully, insightful,
like rising above the rest of the mundane and
seeing beyond life, and death!
I just love this one!
(((Hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2009-02-05