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.
No name
Years ago, I had love
One morning, gone
Still searching the cause of
What’s worse, the predator or pretense nun?
Ask a friend? muted in masks
Ask relations? Lost just the same
There’s no one left to ask
My Hell simply has no name
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