Hellhounds

This poem was written in the year 2023, during a time of deep turmoil. It felt like I was stuck in a never ending spiral that just kept descending downwards. No matter how much I tried, it felt like my peace and sanity were slipping from me day by day. The days seemed gloomier and my taste for life became more bitter. This is my recollection of that time.

Photo by The Cleveland Museum of Art on Unsplash.

Hellhounds

In the land of the unforgiving

In the land of hostility

Where demons reign

and the air thicker than cotton

Where water is non existent

and roots to dreams become rotten

The sky is always angry with red

There are no sweet melodies here

Only deep vibratos of despair

Like a choir of cellos played by bows 

laced with cursed horse hairs

It hums all throughout the atmosphere

like a constant storm that sheds no rain

Here I am an angel

caught and bound by chains

Guarded by hellhounds whose names

I dare not say

I’m bound,

I’m bound,

I’m bound,

I’m bound!

To the sneering and growls of infinite hell hounds

Can you hear them?

How can you ignore these sounds?

All of the sneering

All of the growls

Every time I make an escape

these hellhounds just sniff me out

like I’m their last meal on the hunt

Have you seen the way they run?

So ominous and gaunt

No ears, no fur

It’s all been burned off

So they cut through the air

like a sickle through a wheat yard

There’s no escaping these half demon

half dogs

Here I am an angel 

trapped with demons, sent by God

Have I been damned?

What have I done wrong?

Here I have made many sacrifices

trying to bring order to this chaos

only to be locked and barred

where demons reign

and the hell hounds, whose names 

I dare not say, stay on guard

Everyday I pray and make pleas

asking God: 

“Why have you forsaken me?

Or do you believe there a miracles

only I can achieve?”

God does not answer...

And these hellhounds look at me hungry

with eyes dreaming of sins

that these barren lands are filled with

There cannot be peace

where peace does not want to be found

And it is here

where I have been chained and bound

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