The eternal howls
of the damned,
are relayed over tannoy,
a torturous chorus of pain.
Pumped through just to annoy.
As we wait...
Eternity.
Spent standing
in this piercing lava rain
but hell isn’t meant to be
a stroll in the park.
I took a wrong turning
somewhere up there.
I entered the wrong tunnel
like being in a crowded subway,
where disinterested commuters funnel.
It's sometimes hard to get your bearings,
the right train for where you are heading.
I must have picked the wrong platform,
just following the herd trying to conform.
The fire and brimstone
should have been a sign,
a great big neon light
highlighting my destination
was on the wrong line,
but my head has always been in the clouds,
So, I just kept walking along with the crowds.
I shouldn't be here,
but here, I find myself
and I'm finding all new
facets to who I am.
New pieces of the jigsaw,
where no pieces fit before.
So, whilst I'm here
I may as well
make myself at home.
Demons watch
every little move you make,
A police state
under constant surveillance.
Navigating the 24 hour
CCTV camera maze.
It's like home, only warmer.
Endless queues
as far as the eye can see.
Insipid sips of stale warm tea.
Bits of broken biscuit floating
on its surface,
like a dingy on the sea.
Not so different
to dear old blighty.
Just some of the clientele
are a little more frightening.
Thanks for reading
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