Hell Awaits Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

Waking up in the dark.
Wallow in the the darkness accompanied by silence
My heart races,
I can feel my heart in my throats,
About to jump out.
Must this be hell?
Has Hell grown cold?
'son'
The voice didn't drop in my ears.
I heard it in my heard.
Consumed with fear
'who calls? !
Grandpa?
Or perhaps a spirit lost too? '
My voice breaks
I was quivering.
'sir! If thou be flesh,
I'm having a bad day but I still recall protocols
Come, your presence will be giving of confidence'
My eyeballs rolls as a wheel in motion,
And my pupils tiring apart.
I guess I talked too much
.......................
'son, we're no devils on vacation
We're once like you,
Before walking out of the planet.
We're blessed, had the best, the world in our palms took its rest.
From the core of hell, we've risen with great agony.
But greater are the words in the scroll.
No ink, so I wrote in blood'
.........................
Now my fears hits it peaks.
I fellowship with death and dead all around.
'oh Death spare me I pray You'
I picked my way swift away
Running faster than my legs
Till I stumbled

And upon A scroll I did fall.
'Fret! Fret! ! Hell awaits.
Brothers! Its more horrible to witness than to think.
Bless be the Almighty's elects.
Curse be the shady.
Fools, I was once grow in those thoughts
That these words are just voices in my head.
Till I drop, now on earth, I miss myself,
I wish I can come and fix myself.
Take..........'
An horrible ill-favoured hands snatched away the scroll
Before I could finish reading.
Roll it into the middle finger and bless its head with light.
He drained it to ashes and abandoned it to the wind.
Looking straight into his face.
He was well-established in fire
And well burnt.
Horrible. Not far from the devil himself.
He roared 'we await! In hell we await! ! '