People have tried to explain hell for thousands of whatevers.. but I've decided that it's life on earth! So many things stick to our being, we walk around in a messy cloud of living debris, becoming more and more miserable, weighed down. Or so it seems. Maybe we have to find the answer, somehow, God knows how, but somehow.. I so want to carry you up and up into a brighter place, dear Petulia.. take you into a cloudy field of sundust and smiles. One day soon, perhaps..
Very profound writing Frieda. Dark and sad :( But life isn't all sunshine and lollipops now is it? I hope you find your happy place soon my friend. xoxox
Hell is how it appears to us, but not understanding these life trials is the confusing factor in this that we feel. Peering only through locked doors and shuttered windows creates a darkness deep inside that engulfs our minds and shoves happiness to a corner we have a hard time locating. One step at a time through these dense portals may allow some of that light to filter in and warm us to the prospect that there is some good waiting just beyond the fence.
Very sad my sweet friend and desperately dark...here's hoping the sun finds you heart soon.
This would have made a great newspaper headline (back in the day when people still read "paper"). "Perpetual Vortex Stupefies Onlookers!" .. I'd have broken the glass on the box to get a copy. The funny thing is "it's utter relevance (sometimes)." Pardon my wild tangent here but if history is a proof of a living hell then the words we write about it are certainly the "soot of life."
Why on earth do you make these little paper toys?! You know I can't resist playing with them, don't you??
Even living within our own hell we still find ourselves looking from the outside in and are stunned by the very magnitude of it all. Perfect description of the lives of many going through a trial by fire. x
Sometimes the weight of our personal history, and the hell that we see around us, choke our very souls. It is necessary to acknowledge the ashes... so we can rise from them, and fly. Feeling the gravity of this, Frieda; thank you for sharing.
Great work.
I enjoyed your use of language and the easy flow. I also liked that you provided a means for the reader to think, a direction to follow. Like watching a burning house, you stand in awe of the terrible. History shapes everything too.
Great thoughts, great poem.
Depression can and is the hallmark of the existence of hell and we live amidst of it and some of us look at other people going through it and don't care to help them for so many reasons. They are self serving like you have denoted in this dark but wonderful poem...:).........
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..