Beloved Hell

Excise my lachrymose, burnt sienna eyes
for all to see,
and project my retrovisions amongst the stars
so I can hear the echo of disturbed screams.
Unscathed and pure;
my body is a temple of deceit,
for the rawest wounds hide behind
the unwavering strength of my clenched teeth.
I await this harrowing life malady to be expelled
and my eyes cleansed of the filth from the sights of this beloved hell.

Reviews

[Nusquam Esse]

A very unique choice of words, which with the way it flows, gives a touching image to an otherwise painful concept. I particularly enjoyed your 1st and 3rd lines. And the flow between the 7th and 8th is exquisite. The ideals of purity and pain held in juxtapose within this poem gives it an unusual depth; much like the image of a 'beloved' hell.

[Rod Dangers]

Jeez. How you get these images from your mind to page is astounding. And the rhyme is impeccable, the long line length until the rhyme is flawless and I love it. Beautiful content and your vocabulary is phenomenal. You have a real depth about you and your work and it is a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing.