Hell
A short poem about the shared human fear of the unknown, and why we have been placed on this earth.
By Daisy AndrewsPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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This image matches the title of the poem. But the hell that the poem describes is human fear of reality.
Hell
Time lapse, crossed laps,
Trapped.
Fact.
The ‘tip tap’,
The riff raff,
A scratch.
Years elapse.
No rematch.
Scraps, in the gaps of your life.
Relapse.
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