expelled
dwindling in the nether region
a realm of hell in which I burn
hoping to rise
I call out give me voice
In raptured silence do plead
My need is great
sickened hope, my grievous error
a platform to jump from
sending my words…careening
at light speed through the word jungle
Confusing thoughts assault me
Just shut up and let it be
mimed and mimicked despair
Even the angels heckle my sorrow
jesting for the hell of it
laying odds I won’t make the cut
inside my hellish world
the anxiety that fuel my words
a twisting feeling within
that gets tighter should I fail to comply
so I write my destitute thoughts
and see if they can fly
some do and others die








Some takes flight and others do die. Very interesting poem crimsin;)
thank you lovely Fia I appreciate you ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian another underground poem I’m happy you enjoyed it ❤️