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Poems by Jimma

Born into Hell

Engulfed in terror
Eyes swim in pools
Hands tremble in fear
Birth be in Hell
Pain of arms
Feel the strikes
Board half-inch thick
In Hell be born
Welts arise red
from broken twig
Legs on fire
Rise straight from Hell

Voices

Deep within the blackest recess
of the mind, the voices live
Cloaked in a foreboding darkness.
Vile and noxious they ravage
from within, in their malevolent
Pursuit to destroy the soul.
Their chides and taunts echo a
resounding strength.
Terror now all consuming,
the spirit has begun to die.

 

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