Poetry

Hell Prison

Hell Prison

Hell Prison
Inner raging anger,
throat so very tight,
knuckles clenched, are white
and every muscle shakes.
as every muscle tenses.
Glaring of the eyes,
now there are no fences
to anger driven demons.
Still feeling no pain as temples pound,
gut boils like magma,
feet plod on solid ground.
Deliberate steps, deliberate moves,
the slash, a staring glance,
pierces like a lance
into innocent souls,
and not touching the guilty
without using ten foot poles.
The world has stopped and time with it,
with no way to tell
it seems I'm trapped in hell.

Timothy Landis

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