Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
I woke up like I always do
shifted over from my peaceful dream
of dry sand rhythmically taping my body.
I woke up like I always do
ready to cover my ears at any moment
announcing my arrival
hoping to ease the tension in the air
I woke up like I always do
hoping for silence,
for peace
but not today sadly.
Let's wait for next one.
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