Descending Into Hell Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

I find no peace in sleep
No refuge in drink
Down into darkness I seem to sink

Days are endless
Nights are long
On my lips there is no song

I pace the floor for hours on end
My nerves are shattered
My patience thin

My mind is in a turmoil
I can't settle down
I try to smile yet instead I frown

I feel caught in a webb
Of misery never ending
As though life has left me
And I am descending into a hell
Far worse than that promised all sinners.