POEM: The “Hell” of Loving
POEM: The “Hell” of Loving
By: Eric Gajewski
"If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness."
[Job 17:13]
Have Ye ever gazed uponst Love’s Face?
Bruised and swollen with bones broken
And flesh ripped out of place
O’ the soul’s in hell know this suffering’s “weight”
And the same fate await all those in the dark which controls those in mortal sin