Hell.

I wish I could fall asleep forever and escape from reality.

My dreams make me feel as if I'm free from this hell.

My dreams focus on the things that actually make me happy.

This uprising hell that I walk upon will soon be the death of me.

This darkness, it grows.

Night by night. 

Will I ever get my revenge?

Will I ever escape this hell?

Will I ever become happy?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hell is hard to get away from. Sometime revenge bring us down to the demons level. I like this poem. Feel of desperation to find sanity in the mist of sadness. A outstanding short poem. Thank you.
Coyote