*Just above a whisper*
"Do you want to know what hell looks like? "
A crooked finger beckons you closer.
"Hell looks like shame,
It is someone turning their face away to hide their pain.
It is seeing someone be consumed by a darkness they can't control and don't know how to fight.
It is watching the light die out in someone's eyes.
Do you want to know what hell sounds like?
Hell sounds like weeping,
Not quiet, not polite little sniffles here and there;
Screaming,
Anguish.
Like a soul being rent from it's flesh.
Do you want to know what hell tastes like?
Hell tastes like the salt of tears as they course down your cheeks,
Bitter, sour,
Like memories of times you'd like to forget.
Do you want to know what hell smells like?
Hell smells like ash,
Like the world is burning;
Scorching past your skin into your very soul.
Do you want to know what hell feels like?
Hell feels like death will give you peace,
Hell feels like death will set you free.
Hell is pain.
It is grief.
It is hopelessness."
(2019.12.20)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem