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.
I'm in the care of Obstinence and Pain
On the surface of Fear and Hate
It's been so long since I've seen your face
Full of empty Passion and Desire, I long to feel that place
I can't think with a clear head anymore
Sadness echoes through the hollow crevices of my mind, screaming for a resolution
Reverberations of what once was, what is, and what could be burning through me non stop with no intention of Kindness
I wander unwillingly, in the care of Hopelessness
Yet, I lead with no intention to follow.
I am my father's daughter and in the hall of Misery is where I thrive.