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.
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Personal
My private hell bound and suffocated me
emptiness and sorrow wouldn't let me be.
It settled in deep and stayed close near by
my worthless unvalued voice echoed it's lies.
I felt the despair as it draped it's ownership
staked it's claim and ruled with abusive grip.
It drained my will to live bright triumphantly
and left nothing that could ever comfort me.