In Inferno

The temperature grows


Little by little


Until it’s burning

The trick is 

the prisoner doesn’t

feel it


There are flames in here

Red hot tongues lick

the heart

Day by day devouring every part

Killing what’s righteous inside


When it’s dead

Inferno doesn’t stop

It attacks again

Ignites desires

with flaming fire

Turning the heat up



„Seek more”

„Find pleasure”

„It’s the money you need”

„You’ll be happy when 

you’ll have it”

„Power will set you free”


The prisoner is searching

Locked in the burning flames

Looking for a way out

Blindfolded with death


And all he needs,

is the Living Key to

simply open the door


of inferno…





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Sun 3rd Mar 2019 13:56

Thank you so much, Dorothy, Keith, Kate and Don for reading and commenting!

Thank you so much Jon, Damon, Desmond and Marcin for liking!

Have a good Sunday 😘😘😘

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Don Matthews

Fri 1st Mar 2019 13:27

Up to your usual standard Anya. Well done.

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Don Matthews

Fri 1st Mar 2019 13:26


'I will leave it to others to with more expierence to describe this poems impact'

This statement bothers me.

I know you are new and feeling your way on WOL amongst a whole array of poets, but there's one thing you keep forgetting. There's no such thing as one poet being better than another. OK they may be more 'experienced' but that doesn't mean their 'impact' is better than your impact. Different maybe, but better? Like comparing apples with cheese. We all react differently. Your opinion is just as good and important as anyone else in WOL. Don't underestimate yourself

'Experience' has nothing to do with a poem's impact. Don't lose sight of this


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Kate G

Fri 1st Mar 2019 13:12

Very Dante Anya. Great work.

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keith jeffries

Fri 1st Mar 2019 10:35

Anya, a clever piece of writing. Thanks. Keith

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Dorothy Webb

Fri 1st Mar 2019 10:04

I genuinely don't know what to say --

This poem builds - like a fire - it threatens - like a fire - I love it but not in a loving way.

This is the poets art - disturbing - threatening - lulling - and putting it all into words.

I will leave it to others to with more experienced to describe this poems impact.

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