Challenge
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.
Hell is not a place
It is not here or there
Nor anywhere
Hell follows me
Wherever I go
I can not stop it
It can not be slowed
All I can do is wait
And in the meantime, smile and laugh
It will come when it will come
And when it comes
Suffer
Until it leaves