For so long I was sitting in this chair wondering what I should write since there was no inspiration stumbling upon my mind. But in the end, I came to think that it's time I write a new poem. Ridiculously, inspirations per inspirations flooded my mind. What the hell?
Anyway, I hope you like this. Say something.
Anyway, I hope you like this. Say something.
Hello Hell
Where the hell are you?
Where the hell are you hiding?
Are you hiding?
What the hell are you?
What the hell are you doing?
Are you fading?
Why the hell you?
Why the hell are you ebbing?
Are you vanished?
Where the hell are you?
Where the hell is everybody?
Do you see my body?
Where the hell are you?
Where the hell am I?
Am I in hell?
I hear the sound of tranquil
I feel the crowd of vacuity
The most aching gelidity of hell
Strange
Am I in hell?
Coz I feel like in hell
but it's not hell.
soliloquist, 2008
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