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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My Home?
The house of mine,
Doesn't even shine.
It has a black wall,
Where my demons crawl.
Haunted with words
that pretty much sounds wrong.
How will I call it my home
when it feels nothing but a dome?
Tears dry on the couches textile
I wanna go home...
But I'm stuck in this dark hole.