My Hell

by Susan   Apr 20, 2012


No words said to mend,
Hell's lack of moderation.
No salve to cool,
My fires damnation.
No drink to drown,
My love's dying thirst.
No breeze to blow,
My negativity to burst.
No passion to hold to,
Through days so trying.
No voice to scream
But inside I'm dying!!

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