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Jan 2018
I hear the ringing bells
My eyes close tight
To avoid seeing the rising hells
This darkness, I try to fight

The beating drums in my ears
My heart throbbing fast
Am melting within my fears
This breath seems my last

The awful smell of hell
Now I open my eyes to view
Anyone could tell
That most of us are in the queue

The ugly faces staring still
Standing behind each
The conscious mind notices ****
Ocean of red, bony beach

Hands and legs in chains
No mercy shown
Only verge of pains
One by one the heads blown

A sneak peek of hell I saw
With many that I know
Under the blades we bow
That was enough for now

I still remember this visit
Everyday roams in mind
Something I can't resist
Something that lures this find

©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imaginations.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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