JEREMIAD: "CORRIDORS TO HELL" BY J.M

They crawl there in hoardes,

Down sinister putrifying corridors

Bitter bullocks of gloomy dreams

Castrated by choking poverty

Toothless, sterile hounds.

In shells they've sulked,

Condemned to freaky shadows

Where fear is inverted into hate;

Misdirected emotions,poked minds,

Morning stars fading to oblivion

Along bloody corridors to hell,

Life is trashed with impunity

Around corners of dark alleys,

For a measly worn out dollar

To satiate wrongly steered habits

Here, they meditate by day,

Silently revisiting graceful moments

Of sinister feats poor world missed,

Stinky rtuals of notoriety accolades

Clouded in ecstatic cocaine highs,

Or wallowing in pot's ruthless grip

On the bleaky dusty streets,

The sorrowful fatigued witness,

Of the vices time misheeded

The blood it gulped in protest,

Of bitter souls of forced exits

Here, dreaded mysteries of hell,

Exist not in mystic afterlife

But bitter realities of a cold life,

Here they know it...

Poverty killed many a man

Within walls of horrid tin hovels,

Fear crippled couples cower

Cocking for occassional intrudes,

When nocturnal hunts shoot blanks 

Blazing muzzles turn on them

Down ill-illuminated horror street,

By the aged crooked apple tree

Stereo dins overwhelm chilly nights,

Amid cocophonic, sodomic shrieks

Eventual wimphers on rusty beds,

Satiating patrons of hell's corridors.

J.M @Savannah Inks

2023.

- Zimbabwe

The poet uses simple diction to open the terrible happenings of people in hell. The voice also gives that some persons die of innocence and hunger and yet still fight themselves in hell. The path to hell is not always too terrible to deserve the experience in hell.