Hell

go on
strangers
measure my life by its length
not its depth
so I remain hidden at its very bottom
where you will never get
to find my hell
taste my fight and fall from graces

silence is hollow
I enjoy limitless possibilities of expression
it gives my imagination
mind and heart games
it is the same with loneliness down here
immense
timeless joy
of pain being measure of spiritual presence

such a sweet place of primal darkness
because light
has developed an instinct of self-preservation
I’ve never cared to cultivate
just like fate in this dimension
always out of sight
but getting closer and silent
“For He knows the plans He has for me”
His obsession for detail I am
and I don’t
and again
I don’t care to learn them