Life to Hell and Back By Wesley Yang
Life I any many in one, the chameleon in the lonely bamboo forest in Boston. Just like the willow in the wind my life bends and turns.
The forest suddenly turns to ice, I change my skin and embrace a second identity.
I blend into the environment constantly adapting and changing.
But no matter what I am I am still myself, No matter what I do I am bond to three important aspects of my life experience, determination, and self-improvement
In my house a Deathly silence shadows the house. No pets to comfort me, friends other places. I have come to embrace the silence.
Time starts to slow down the mind starts to lose its purpose instinct takes. The mind will appear again only to greet the silence. Time stops, and then darkness takes over.
I awake to the agony of the dammed boarding Charon, bound for eternity to ferry the dammed. “Abandon all hope ye who enter here” All hope is abandoned once King Minos is in sight.
The judge of the dammed Minos decided what circle of hell shades go to. The number of times his tail wraps around a dammed is what circle they go to. Like justice he is blind.
I am face to face with Minos, he starts to wrap the snake like tails of his around me, each segment feels like a boulder on me before I found out what’s next, darkness is back.
Darkness gives way to light. Sanity returns, common sense makes everything a realization a dream. I stare a my computer, with sanity the mind regains function and starts to ask questions. When I think about it a computer is a box you can’t write a poem about it.
Lines and concepts of poems
You can’t write a poem about.