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Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
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JessG

Me

Me

It's the mind

how it spins

Turns all thoughts on their head

It's the web

how it weaves

Spells 'I'm better off dead'

See the sights

drink the air

Watch the wild world turning

Take a drink

share a laugh

While my insides are churning

There's a place

In the skull

Where the light never comes

There's a pill

And a bottle

I can swallow; stay numb

In the Bible

it's all fire

And they pay for their sins

In my Head

it's far worse

A slow drowning within

So if the Hell

that I've read

Is the last thing I see

I'll be glad

for the peace

From the Hell that is Me.

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