This little poem was published in the Young Harris College’s yearly publication (2010-2011) “Corn Creek Review.”
Hell
I lived there once.
It was pleasant,
not too hot,
not too cold.
I lived there once.
Finding my light turned to dark.
Seeking nothing but green.
Leading to nothing but black.
I lived there once.
With strangers and shapeless faces.
Their essence stinking,
like the soured smell of bar beer spilled on the floor.
I lived there once.
Where friends died daily.
Either from too much,
Or not enough.
Hell, I lived there once.
Legends of Green Isle 
After reading this poem, I believe I was there once myself and at times it may be beckoning me back. I count my blessings and look for the sun. I am reading Tapestry by Solitaire Parke. It is a wonderful collection of poems, something for everything.
Keep smiling:)
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Smiles never cease…I’ll check out that book. Sounds interesting.
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