Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Jul 06, 2011

Hell

There reside many that live
In cold, dark, and dampness
Beneath the earth
Thus the eerie crawlers of the land

There’s a final domicile
Of countless departed
Asleep in amity
Thus the precious ones pending life

Hell is not to fear
A shared grave of folks
Where all are laid
Before the resurrection

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins

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Comments

Geezer

Geezer

13 years 9 months ago

idea of Hell, but what do I know? I think I got the gist of the poem, but you don't make it clear, I think maybe that you have confused Limbo and Hell, although not knowing which way you are going, could be Hell. ~ Gee

Barbara Writes

i appreciate your comment and do under the confusion. I didn't want my idea of hell to be obvious in this poem.
but i did wanted to see how the reader would interpret it. therefore i see your interpretation is that of Limbo.
it not a right or wrong view just a view.

Barbara Writes

thanks i appreciate you bringing this to my attention. i have edited it and hope it sound much better

weirdelf

You don't give reasons and the final stanza is a cop-out, based on religion.

I would like to here you talk of self-made hells in the real world without religious contations, which detract from it's real, human existential power.

Barbara Writes

your comment is always welcome.give me a idea of your self made hell. then i will write one relating to me