David Blair


In Hell's First Circle House - Poem by David Blair

Don't look afraid
or self-conscious...
you lost.
Make the best
of a bad lot.

Don't ask for food
no matter how hungry.
You'll never need
anything like that
ever again.

And don't keep staring
at the nearby mountains
and the fiery glow
that is coming
from within.

Do not hang up
the Eternal calendar
with Satan smiling
on every page.
It's just too depressing.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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