Hell's Gain

Pain of the soul . . . inner pain can corrupt you. Talking about a broken spine of love . . .
The Spine is cracked;
No where to go;
Lie in pain;
And the days shall go;
As hours pass into the past;
You’ll listen to ticks of life in your grasp;
As things go black;
You lift to go;
Spine is broken;
You’re never going home;

Soul in rage;
Trapped in Hell’s cage;
Confined to anger and so much pain;
You scream to the heavens for a day;
Spine caused this . . .
Internal Mist.

By Marina McPeak
Published: 4/25/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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