Hell

By

Serena Mossgraves

I read somewhere
That Hell was a place
Of fire and suffering,
I think not.

Hell is familiar,
That place you go
over and over again.

Hell is repetition,
and unending.

Hell is the moment
where the pain feels
the most like home.

Perhaps there might
be suffering,
but in the moment
would you see it so?
Or would you merely accept
that this is all you have
ever really known?