I know this is dark...but i wrote it in creative writing class, tell me what you think
The poem form is a Terza Rima
A Perception of Hell
The stench of death does not prevail here,
Nor do the blessings of a life once taken
for granted, All are now living their fear.
Inhabitants claims to have been forsaken
By the Creator, but their mortal minds
dismantled the faith they said couldn't be shaken.
For, now they lie in the eternal binds
of their sins, greiving and eternally
seeing what could have been, but were blind.
The lost soul of a fallen brother,
Overtaken by the sound of a weeping mother.
March 15, 2004
Michael Philpot
A Perception of Hell
The stench of death does not prevail here,
Nor do the blessings of a life once taken
for granted, All are now living their fear.
Inhabitants claims to have been forsaken
By the Creator, but their mortal minds
dismantled the faith they said couldn't be shaken.
For, now they lie in the eternal binds
of their sins, greiving and eternally
seeing what could have been, but were blind.
The lost soul of a fallen brother,
Overtaken by the sound of a weeping mother.
March 15, 2004
Michael Philpot