Hell
is wherever
you happen to be
when it keeps you from what you love
Hell
is what you never say
in fear of being
censored by the club
Hell
is where
tomorrow hides
today stripped cold and bare
Hell
is where
your feelings die
— when there’s no one left to care
(The New Room: August, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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