Hell ...

The road to hell,
is paved with little lies.
And slowly but surely,
what we were dies.

It is all too easy,
when no one cares.
And all that is left,
are sordid little affairs.

Hell is the place,
reserved for indifference,
Not one of those there,
are dissidents.

They have a hell,
all of their own.
Forever condemned,
to be alone.

We're born in hell,
we think all is well,
were taught that were happy
were taught that things are swell

it chews us up
and spits us out
we are in hell
without a doubt

but you can change
if you can learn
don't stay in hell
you will get burned.

reprogram your mind
it can be done
they you will sit
under the sun

you can smile
and laugh with glee
just understand
where evil be.

Nice poems guys. Certainly there is the possibility of change and improvement.

-- Tue Aug 21, 2018 7:54 pm --

Nice poems guys. Certainly there is the possibility of change and improvement.

-- Tue Aug 21, 2018 7:54 pm --

Nice poems guys. Certainly there is the possibility of change and improvement.