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Through Hell

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Walking through hell.
Not once did I swipe at the devil's tail
or try to saw off his horns.
I stared back at the harsh flames
and stepped over the cracks.
Accepted that life aint always good;
sometimes you can't look back.

With a gaze raised so high,
I think of what's to come.
More ridicule and challenges
and races I must run.
Why do the angels offer a ladder
to the world above so real?
When I was little, this didn't matter
and their holiness has peeled.

Myself, I do rely
and it's my shoulder that I cry
on when the world has made a move.
Well, watch what I can do.
They spit on my face and trample
on my dreams and self-esteem.
But I transform into a shadow
and make my way through unseen.

Out of the mouth of the cave
and I dare a glance.
Looking back at what I gave
and what little I took back.
Didn't cut off the tails or horns.
I can muster up some pride
and some introverted warmth
as I continue on outside.
This poem describes the journey through hell. I don't want to delve into the meaning of my poem, but hell is basically playing the role of life, almost. It's a stage in your life; a bad patch, rough times.
... So yeah C:
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timnaas's avatar
This is very interesting, kiddo! Great work play, yet so true to life in many ways. Keep up the work! I look forward to reading your works.