This little poem was published in the Young Harris College’s yearly publication (2010-2011) “Corn Creek Review.”  This was written about a dark time in my life, a time which makes me grateful for the blessings and light which now shower over me.

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.