Hotter than Here

by Kristin   Jan 24, 2005


It's getting so hard to breathe,
I can't take it anymore,
This room is beginning to seethe,
I can't fight the lock on the door.

I scream as loud as I can,
But no one seems to hear.
I need to make a plan,
I just want it all to disappear!

My lungs are getting tired,
My nose is getting stuffed,
The windows are fogging up,
My lungs can't get enough.

I'm dieing here alone,
Without oxygen in me,
I live in the unknown,
Where no one can hear my plea.

I was born a lonely child,
I shall die one here too,
The heat is way beyond mild,
I wish I can make it through.

I kept believing I'd be free,
Someday, sometime, somewhere,
Now I know the truth,
No one will hear my prayer.

I know my time's almost finished,
I know I will be gone,
My body is diminished,
My soul will soon be withdrawn.

I struggle for my last breath,
I breathe it in so well,
Now, I must meet my death,
It's hotter than here, I'm going to Hell.

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  • 19 years ago

    by polly

    wow this is a realy great poem, lots of feeling and senses. very much like the ending!!!!!!!!!!
    polly