Nothingness

Amazing,
I can tell you,
There is no heat in Hell;
There is no sense of direction,
Nor is there a smell;
All the things before you now
Are all the things there are not;
You cannot suffer physical pain;
Your flesh will never get hot;
Your past will be before you,
You'll have lots of time to reflect;
Each mistake will torment your soul;
Now is the time to correct.
Silence, darkness, nothingness,
And nowhere to escape to;
Nothing to grab and nowhere to sit,
And no one to relate to;

It's gonna be Hell!

© MadPoetnExile

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