HELL AND BACK

Why do people say,
I’ve been to Hell and back?
I didn’t see you there,
But I must stay.

Hell is a horrible place,
That’s my home, no escape.
It’s not only me,
But most of the human race.

Some of them don’t realise,
Just walk around in disguise.
They’re not fooling anyone,
Because I can judge by their eyes.

To look at somebody face to face,
I can tell whether it’s genuine hate.
Or love for that matter,
That’s my fate.

I’m on the edge of coming back,
The problem is – it’s a steep and slippery track.
No energy left to make my way,
All I can do is sit and pray.

Allison M