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Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
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Round and Round I Go

Whispers of the evening wind

Welcome me again in this.

Endless shifts of here and there

Scratching the fear off my chest

Yet as the night grows deeper

My head spins over and over, 'til

Midnight bells pull me awake.

Calling my name, picking me

From this drenched state of being

Shivering from head to toe

Yet I know this very well.

That the night will come again

And my head will spin over.

My heart will burst and will tear.

From the endless shifts of now,

Past and present, memories

Made-up or true, no one knows.

So, I just sit, wait, and try

To open my eyes, and smile

Not showing anything wrong

Keeping all the fear inside

Shivering from head to toe

Yet I know this very well.

That the night will come again

And my head will spin over.

My heart will burst and will tear.

Finally, the end is near

Yet again, there is the night

Waiting, calling, torturing

Draining the strength out of me

'Coz the night will come again

And my head will spin again

Knocking me with truths unknown

Real or made-up memories

No one knows, no one will care

Or so I think, and yet here

I let the night get to me.