Thoughts Of What Hell Might Be Like
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Category : Poems
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Every second I stray
My thoughts go elsewhere
Yet I'm nowhere
Unable to stay.
Can't hear it
It's quiet
So silent
Too much thinking it.
A masterpiece
Filled with nothing
Lost and unbecoming
Trying to make peace.
It's migrant
The thought of it
Barely ever shows in it
Like it's meant to more than likely torment.
