MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘There Is No Hell’

Meaning to tell
There is no hell
Outside the mind
So let’s be kind

One would not be
Rather than me
Out of my mind
Indoors confined

Cold like the bones
Feel those over tones
Coming out of mud
From the last flood

Picture on the wall
Crochet floppy doll
Stale air in the lungs
Speaking in tongues

Brain cells starving
New pathways carving
TV drama hard to bear
Switch it off get off the chair

Wind in the woods
From our childhoods
Memories live in trees
Time can not freeze

The dose of happy daily news
Non-dairy cows singing their moo’s
Chirping of birds in big old trees
May we our life fully seize

Until it stops delivering


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