©2019 Patricia Harris

Someone said that war is Hell…

And for them it may be true,

For me, I think that I see

Hell so much differently.

Hell is being locked within,

Hearing your memories

Stuck on repeat again and again.

Hell is trying to reach out

For sanity, for comfort,

And realizing that those

That you love do not care

About your hurt.

Hell is mostly repetition,

The same pain and the same joys

With no end in sight.

Nothing to grow from,

No new light.

The devil ruling hell

Is a true beast,

He is your own mind

Stuck again in rewind.