Escape for the Condemned
A poetic examination of suffering.

Deep inside the walls where man goes to suffer
Our poor and wretched souls have no escape from pain
The howls of the dammed ring in the ears of all who enter
It's driven each to the point of being insane
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We drag into our nightmares the things we cannot control
Memories of all that went wrong and the lines we did cross
Carrying with us the torments of which we can't let go
Things regretted and all the loss
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One by one, the wretched and the dammed will walk through the gate
Only they can help themselves to escape the fires
But none are left with the strength to escape the tortures in the pit
For they have been forsaken by their deniers
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Not everyone is going to rise
Many are doomed only to fall
If not for the belief of those in the world around them
They might have made a different call
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Decisions of the mortal plane are made for the condemned
From birth, they didn't know they were already the forsaken
Their souls were dammed to an eternity in a hell not of their creation
At the moment of their first tears, and all the roads they have taken
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No choice but what they are given by the world around them
No chance to be what they had the potential of becoming
They were dammed from day one to burn in the pits of man's folly
For some are doomed during their being, doomed to be in the nothing
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The gates never slammed on one so unworthy and alone as the wretched
They are simply there to suffer for all that they have wrought
And the burning they feel, the anger, pain, and regret of life
No matter how hard, their suffering stories cannot be forgot
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Should you be the condemned and forsaken of mankind
Do not forget to give the devil his due
For in the truest sense of the word so strong
There's only one devil toruturing in hell, and the devil is you
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.



Comments (2)
Wow! Such a gripping poem. I like the structure and the surprising end. It reminds me of a song I've done with choirs, called, "That's What the Devil Said."
"We drag into our nightmares the things we cannot control." Incredible line, gave me chills. Very well done!