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My private hell

Poem by: jmevee

Summary

The worst thing I can imagine

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Submitted: December 08, 2008

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Submitted: December 08, 2008

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Hell. Does it exist?

A fiery place of pain

A realm of darkness, home of despair

Where peace isn't known again

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I don't know about that biblical place

That's been feared through history

All I know is a private hell

Where the pain is just for me

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In that place my heart is numb

My mind feels bruised and torn

The sense of loss I have inside

Leaves me tired and worn

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It's a place where you're not there

Where I face the world alone

Without your light to lead me on

To guide my way back home

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I miss your face, your smile, your kiss

Your eyes that drink my soul

The tender touch of your hand on mine

All the things that make me whole

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I can conceive of no torment greater

Than your absence from my life

The very thought, even here, right now

Cuts me like a knife

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I don't know if Hell exists

I really couldn't say

All I know with certainty is

I fear mine every day

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