A TASTE OF HELL*

Blinded by the honey in leisure,
Entangled by my quest for wealth,
The tree of life I didn't treasure,
About my life, I wasn't stealth.

I dreamed and desired good morals,
The chains I never saw kept pulling me down,
My tears became my secret choral,
Bound by vices and walking in their town.

My life was in an acephalous state,
My desires were contrary to my desire,
Freedom was the song in my heart but ******* in the plate,
Forced to eat of its soured meal, indeed I was under fire.

Like a hypnotized being,
Memories of righteousness evaporated from me,
I had four eyes for seeing,
Things I saw appeared four to me.

As a part of me wanted goodness,
The bad part had more power,
My garment of morality was burnt and I was given pills of sadness,
I lost every good thing my heart's horoscope saw, down in hell I went lower.

A point where one has two hearts,
One desiring good, the other blackness,
Desiring peace but controlled by wars cart,
I knew the Light, yet I was controlled by darkness.

Surrounded by powers invisible to the human eyes,
Stripped of every good thing, living dead, a freed captive, I was too sick to tell,
I squeezed out time to write concise,
To tell you, I once had a taste of hell.
©Daniels Pen ™9th June, 2021.