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.
That Terrible Silence
Lost in the throes of resounding silence,
I trudge along to find,
I have been subdued within the confines of my mind,
No sense in my direction, and my breath takes its leave,
Unable to escape and damned without reprieve.
The throes of that terrible silence,
Drowns my consciousness with doubt,
The terror and the panic to the fact I can't get out,
This bleak hellscape in which is conjured in my head,
I fear will trap my soul forever long after I am dead.
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