Poem – A Season in Hell

A season in hell has passed
as I rose through the fractures
in the liquid earth and woke
in the fields beneath the winter sun.

Surrounded by snow and bare trees
I immediately recognized this place
and only knew of my journey here
by the deep and fresh scars.

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