Hell, Together

A personal struggle in written form.

Hell, Together

A realm where we care,
with everyone else petty and dishonest devils.
We ended up here for one reason or another.
We can survive this hell.
Together.

I can show you a new ballad,
dancing with you while it lasts to distract from the flames arise.
You can show me the meaning and feel of your genius which hides within like a turtle roasted for soup.
We can make our own music,
for atheist ritual,
for you and me,
me and you.
Together.

The one that will always watch for you,
and you for me,
is right here.
I don't mind being there,
but I'm a Mammon when it comes to romance.

Part of my genius, I guess.

I know you prefer handsome women.
But I wait,
like a mare,
that,
for me,
you'll make an exception.

I know it's not what will become.
Life isn't what I desire it to be.
But my heart can't stop wailing and crying like a banshee,
especially when I need you to save it from the succubi of my life.

You probably don't know about these,
my words and thoughts of my own Shakespeare gone tragic.

But,

I will always have hope for this,
for us,
and the life we could bring about,
create,
and share,
hand in hand,
eye to eye,
mouth to mouth,
heart to heart.
Together.

Author's Note

If you're experiencing similar issues, know you're not alone.

Reviews

[Stephen Tafoya]

I always love a poem in open form, it adds a more personal touch to the actual meaning of the poem and further enhances your purpose. Very nicely written poem.

[Rishi]

Good and nice poem, keep it up