The Hell Realm

With sweet and empty promises
I was drawn into your torments. 
The carrot dangled perpetually before my face
and I ran, and I ran, and I ran to catch it,
not knowing that with every step I took
I was heading deeper and deeper
into your black mouth
to sink into your belly, 
as you devoured me whole.  
How willingly I was consumed,
and with great abandon 
did I cast myself headlong into your flames.  
Little did I know that your sufferings
would be my comforters.  
Little did I know that your madness
would become my insanity
as I lost myself in your depths.  
Your song beckoned me deeper still
and I followed the piper,
dancing further into blissful oblivion
as my insides rotted with your decay
and my heart became twisted
by your seductive charms.  
Your sick but beautiful siren song
led me away further than I wanted to go,
but oh so willingly did I follow.  
I gave you no resistance. 
I put up no fight. 
And how you wove me with your lies
that kept me in your grasp.
How skillfully you entrapped me
and how woeful I became in your keep.
Yet I clothed myself in your deception
and I swallowed your poison,
drink after drink. 
My taste for you grew insatiable
even though my thirst was never satisfied, 
my need for you so complete
though you cast me aside over and over.  
Still I came crawling back,
desperate and longing.
And I know that you would have kept me
until eternity united us together as one,
had I not been snatched from your clutches
and rescued from your demise. 
My cold and lifeless body 
was dragged up from your pit
and back into the light of day
where the living surrounded me
and breathed their life into my lungs.  
Still I know you long for me.  
Still I know you would smother me in your arms. 
Still I know you would drink me in. 
But you must know this one thing:
I do not belong to you,
and you are not my home. 
I find my place now among those 
who breathe sootless air
whose eyes see the dawn in its advent
as the sun rises higher in the sky.
Now there I make my abode,
and you, you will become to me
nothing more than a distant memory.  

◄ In the Realm of the Hungry Ghosts

We Are the Archers ►

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Shehariah

Mon 27th Jul 2020 02:10

Jordyn and Shifa, thank you for the likes. 😊

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Shehariah

Mon 27th Jul 2020 02:10

Cynthia, thank you. My writing has been a gift of sobriety. Before all these words and feelings were trapped inside and my mouth was bound shut. My brain was in a constant fog and I lived like a zombie for years. Now the fog is lifting and my thoughts are clearer and I'm able to give a voice to all that's been buried deep inside. And I'm a man for the record. I'm wired differently I think.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 26th Jul 2020 17:43

I enjoy the 'elegance' of your thoughts and their resultant words. Not everyone can translate from one to the other.

I have no idea whether you are a man or a woman. I wondered, and then I thought: it totally doesn't matter; it's the 'human-ness' of your work.

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Shehariah

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 20:05

Shifa, and Itsjustme, thank you for the likes. 😃

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Shehariah

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 20:03

Thank you, Po. Very much. I look forward to your comments.

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Paul Sayer

Thu 23rd Jul 2020 18:39

What a write.

I love this line ... "Yet I clothed myself in your deception
and I swallowed your poison,
drink after drink. "

Your last verse is superb.
Po

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