Free verse № 198
the coldest hell
the coldest hell
is whispering your name into
and empty ear
unlistening,
This old familiar fear
becomes reality...
the coldest hell
is satin in a fireplace,
a baby born in outer space,
forgetting a beloved face...
wasted.
the coldest hell,
the oldest hell
is waking up to nothing
but pain that quickly muffles
the chirping birds and rising sun,
a dying day that won't begin...
The Coldest Hell
is when you start to hate me
piece
by
piece,
and withering, i do not have the strength
to stand from knees...
The coldest hell for me
would be
if you told me goodbye,
but your Heaven might be the same...
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