Purgatory Poem by Richard D Remler
Purgatory
.......
I exist in a maddening
Hell of a hole.
Don't tell me I'm crazy.
I already know.
Don't share any lies,
I've no desire to play,
When your voice only echoes
The nonsense you say.
My thoughts, every dream,
Oh how wicked they scream!
With venom, they hiss
In this foul abyss-
Wretched and raw,
How they make my skin crawl.
And I mock your simpleness.
For this here is no park.
Your voice thuds an empty
Sting into my dark.
And I've no time for fools.
Nor the games that they play.
And this hell is my own,
So please do
Go away!
Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler
and in itself, can make a
Heaven of Hell, a Hell of
Heaven."
~John Milton
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8/3/2025 10:07:50 AM # 1.0.0
I've no time for fools. Nor the games that they play. And this is my own, So please do Go away! ...fine piece of poetry