Hell's Heaven

Sometimes I don’t know where I am

or why I’m there

It’s unusually dark, my friends tell me 

They don’t want to come around

 

Okay

but please come 

 

It’s quiet here, I know that much

I can’t see my fingers, but I’m waving them in front of my face

Pain

What am I walking on? 

A gasp with every step

No wonder they don’t want to come

 

I close my eyes 

It’s the same open or shut

And then the noise

Stop STOP

Old memories, old enemies

Invading 

 

No wonder

 

But You, 

You’re always good

Even here, this darkness can’t touch You

How? 

I still can’t see

But I can feel the ache subside

when You’re close

You’re always good

 

You make this pit a haven

You make this hell a heaven

It’s You

 

You’re always good

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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