What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...

This fire that once gave me life
now consumes my soul...

Ok, so this isn't a poem, and it isn't about...

Early morning-up up up
out of bed...

Wild swirling gale,
intoxicate my being...

That snooty beasty,
Haughty and proud she lies there...

Oh! You fiendish sun!!
tell me, what crimes I've committed...

I sing-though I'm bad-
when there's no paper on hand...

In God"s theatre-nature-I sit
contemplating the wonder...

Ah! This delightful kiss,
Lingers daringly...

Darkness, all prevailing,
Empty halls, no more praying...

In my mind,I see diamonds,
Lying on the floor of life...