Silent Hell Poem by Daisy Pereira

The hell is here, its here, its here,
no way out, people just thrown in,
sometimes Auschwitz
sometimes Sobibor
at times desert,
often, your own heart

silence is hell
everyone suffers it
in his own way
kindest words cuts of all

ingratitude bites
death no atonement
because, hell always
comes after that

silence is golden
even in hell

speak no further Othello
Desdemona is dead
all lights out
darkness prevails
hell is in you
is you, is you.