broken hearted loser.
so here is my pseudo Dante's Inferno circle of hell. i was surprised that it only took me a half hour to write. i was excited. :) if you didn't read the book... you most likely won't understand.
Round One : Gossipers
I entered this circle
which resembled a dark cave
with etchings of words
scribbled on the wall
as they tried so hard to communicate.
the way in which their tongues
were half cut off
and rapidly moved through their mouths
made me sick.
they moaned and groaned
as if trying to speak to me
yet their speech was muffled
by the smallest piece of flesh.
I recognized the faces of
Liz Smith, a gossip columnist,
and many people i used to know.
i pitied those who i knew
and although they gossiped
did not deserve this punishment
for they did not know what they were doing.
and now so confused
in this dark hole in hell
they try to scribble words on the wall
for me to read but
i could only read certain phrases like
“i didn’t mean...” or “i didn’t know...”
Round Two : Liars
through a large door
I entered the second round
of this circle in hell
and I was even more mortified.
these zombie like figures
paced back and forth
faces scrunched in pain
wanting so much to speak
but their lips sewn shut.
i could see the pain
in their eyes,
they knew their wrong-doings
and were obviously now regretting it.
Here I saw the face of
Benedict Arnold and
an obvious array of used car salesmen.
they too wrote to me on the walls
but their writing was illegible
though they thought i could understand.
I pitied their tears and wanted so badly
to know what they were saying
but knew i couldn’t dwell in their agony any longer.
i looked once more at the walls
and figured their writing said something like,
“i didn’t mean...” or “i didn’t know...”
Round 3 : Perjurers
I entered this next round
holding my breath because
i could not imagine what could be worse.
i clenched my teeth and almost cried
at the sight of those who have lied under oath,
swearing on the bible.
there was no writing on these walls of the cave
and i realized why
not only were their mouths sewn shut
but also their fingernails pulled from their fingers,
as to stop them from scratching the walls.
they looked at me, with so much saddness
that i almost wept for them,
but could not show them my weakness.
Here, the only face i could recognize
was that of O.J. Simpson.
They had seemed to give up trying
to communicate
for they realized it was hopeless
and knew they would be stuck in
a silent room
with no form of communication
forever.
But, I’m sure in their minds they were thinking,
“i didn’t mean...” or “i didn’t know...”
Round One : Gossipers
I entered this circle
which resembled a dark cave
with etchings of words
scribbled on the wall
as they tried so hard to communicate.
the way in which their tongues
were half cut off
and rapidly moved through their mouths
made me sick.
they moaned and groaned
as if trying to speak to me
yet their speech was muffled
by the smallest piece of flesh.
I recognized the faces of
Liz Smith, a gossip columnist,
and many people i used to know.
i pitied those who i knew
and although they gossiped
did not deserve this punishment
for they did not know what they were doing.
and now so confused
in this dark hole in hell
they try to scribble words on the wall
for me to read but
i could only read certain phrases like
“i didn’t mean...” or “i didn’t know...”
Round Two : Liars
through a large door
I entered the second round
of this circle in hell
and I was even more mortified.
these zombie like figures
paced back and forth
faces scrunched in pain
wanting so much to speak
but their lips sewn shut.
i could see the pain
in their eyes,
they knew their wrong-doings
and were obviously now regretting it.
Here I saw the face of
Benedict Arnold and
an obvious array of used car salesmen.
they too wrote to me on the walls
but their writing was illegible
though they thought i could understand.
I pitied their tears and wanted so badly
to know what they were saying
but knew i couldn’t dwell in their agony any longer.
i looked once more at the walls
and figured their writing said something like,
“i didn’t mean...” or “i didn’t know...”
Round 3 : Perjurers
I entered this next round
holding my breath because
i could not imagine what could be worse.
i clenched my teeth and almost cried
at the sight of those who have lied under oath,
swearing on the bible.
there was no writing on these walls of the cave
and i realized why
not only were their mouths sewn shut
but also their fingernails pulled from their fingers,
as to stop them from scratching the walls.
they looked at me, with so much saddness
that i almost wept for them,
but could not show them my weakness.
Here, the only face i could recognize
was that of O.J. Simpson.
They had seemed to give up trying
to communicate
for they realized it was hopeless
and knew they would be stuck in
a silent room
with no form of communication
forever.
But, I’m sure in their minds they were thinking,
“i didn’t mean...” or “i didn’t know...”