Hell (poetry)

Things I keep unpacking
I’m moving or I’m not
Got love stored in a box
Hell is a paradox
Just like my life then
I’m alive but not a lot

Finalized my living will and directives
Burning every bridge I know
I’ve got objectives

I’m dead inside
So there won’t be a spark
If that is what you are after
Then you shouldn’t kill the laughter

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Yes you can live in my closet and eat pizza from a box

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