Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

Broken Hell: Death Outside My Door

A broken hell
Blazing bright
Lost in solitude
Chained to confinement
A nightmare
Lived through me...everyday
Bondage...
Bondage in hell
I live there
Hell is my only shelter
Demons keep me at "home, sweet home"
Hold me back
Inside, and out
Prosper?
I can't explain
I don't understand the word
It has no meaning to the unlived life
Torture...
Torture inscribed all over my body
Battle wounds from Hades
Sometimes self-inflicted
Forsaken...
Denial...
Slowly dying
Wounds grow larger by and by
Deeper...
They bleed more
Bleed to my core
I kill my self-everyday
Insults...
Bruises and black eyes...
The unlived life...
Death is creeping
Knocking at my bedroom door
Time and time again the knob loosens
The locks grow feeble
As does my strength
My very will to live
Dreams...turn to nightmares
Hopes...turn to stone
Goals...to ashes
My heart is on fire
A fire without warmth
A broken hell...
Mind...
Body...
Spirit...
And home
No more refuge from this "refuge"
...Death awaits me

Author notes


Written May 27th, 2003

What did you think

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments

1 - 7 of 7

  • Envy
    June 30, 2003
    Edit | Reply
    So that's what your personal hell is like, huh? =P No, but really, I very much enjoyed reading this poem. For some reason this poem reminds me of 'Hotel California' by the Eagles. Like I said, really great.


  • littleone23
    June 10, 2003
    Edit | Reply
    this is an amazing expression. Very well expressed. I've written several pieces similar to this. I enjoyed reading this piece. keep writing and you'll find your much needed clarity, though it may take several years, never give up on yourself. have peace and patience...
    Bri


  • Sprite silver member
    May 31, 2003
    Edit | Reply
    'Time and time again the knob loosens/ The locks grow feeble'. THAT is a terrific way of describing it. The way you wrote this, straight down the page, with little time to take a breath mentally, was PERFECT for this poem! As a reader, it made me feel as if I was losing my grip, falling into hell with you...Marvelous poem!

  • Renegade Hobo
    May 28, 2003
    Edit | Reply
    Exceptional… I am still in awe… I am not quite sure what else I can say. I agree with everyone else, I was sucked in from start all the way to finish. I just thought it was so wonderful. I absolutely have to read more. Excellent job and most definitely keep it up!

    ~That one fool~


  • As Autumn Falls
    May 28, 2003
    Edit | Reply
    Whoa......... what a tragic poem. It kept my eyes glued to the screen. I even leaned forward while reading it. LOL I don't usually do things like that. This was a fairly good write. Great job. Pen on.

    ~All 28 Of Me~


  • VanillasEssence
    May 28, 2003
    Edit | Reply
    i wouldn't say "it's so 'The Raven'" but it was good, you have your own style, and that is a true poet, not living in someone's shadow... -imprisndrose-


  • tragedyjacket
    May 27, 2003
    Edit | Reply

    awesome sam!!

    WOW!!! this is WOW!!! it kept my attention from start to finish!!!!you are such a great poet and i'm glad i discovered you! and became friends with you and everything!! cause its so great to know you! umm well back to the poem lol,

    i love the line "death is creeping, knocking at my bedroom door" its so "The RAven"

    well keep it up sweetheart and keep that pen oh-so-emotional pen moving cause i love to here from you, in convosation as well in poetry,

    love,
    Chase

1 - 7 of 7