It isn’t hard to tell
You may know it very well
This place that we live in is Hell

The signs are all clear
We’re surrounded by our fears
The end is afar but seems so near

You are on your own
And I am left alone
Everyone’s relatively unknown

The storm’s blowing wild
On a mother and her child
While I saw a demon as he smiled

Minutes feel like days
This body burns in ways
Can put to shame the darkest blaze

You can tell it by the smell
This place where we dwell
Yes this place that we live in is Hell


19 thoughts on “Hell

  1. The smell of death does surround us all around, if only we stopped to take it all in. But amidst the death, there is another smell too. The smell of life… the smell that provides us hope to pursue the quest for more. Lovely poem, Frank… 🙂

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