Hell is not hell
It is purgatory
With endless breathlessness
Where you walk but do not move
Where you speak but do not echo
Where you are you but not
A mist mistaken for rain
A clock counting down to what end
A question without an answer
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
Mizpellt wurdz 
Such an impactful poem with few words. A true, disturbing depiction of hell indeed.
I thoroughly enjoyed it very much. As always, looking forward to your writing. It would be amazing if you could check out my latest poem at betweenriceandrain.wordpress.com and leave a comment as well? Thank you very much and happy writing! (-:
Posted by a.c. | January 12, 2015, 11:00 pm