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in the deepest part of hell, my demons taunt and tease, i have no weapon, nor will it is dark, it is cold, there is no light, i have lost all hope i have dreamt my last dream, there is no longer a reason for being, only futility tears flow incessantly, the anguish to deep, no respite in wake or sleep, no place to hide cruel is the moment, you realize the nightmare is when you wake, sleep is the hell with no escape the pain is too great, an emotional causality of a soul destroyed, i am insane with pain my safe harbor has burned, my sanctuary destroyed, i no longer have a bastion where i can feel no pain   mother never stop loving me, i will be a good boy, a good son, your little prince, god, my lord, give her back to me, don't let her die, … please.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
the deepest loss
in the deepest part of hell, my demons taunt and tease, i have no weapon, nor will it is dark, it is cold, there is no light, i have lost all hope i have dreamt my last dream, there is no longer a reason for being, only futility tears flow incessantly, the anguish to deep, no respite in wake or sleep, no place to hide cruel is the moment, you realize the nightmare is when you wake, sleep is the hell with no escape the pain is too great, an emotional causality of a soul destroyed, i am insane with pain my safe harbor has burned, my sanctuary destroyed, i no longer have a bastion where i can feel no pain   mother never stop loving me, i will be a good boy, a good son, your little prince, god, my lord, give her back to me, don't let her die, … please.
Written April 21, 1998 as my mother lay dying on her bed of breast cancer #130 2019.04.15
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
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