In Hell?

The air hangs heavy, thick with dust and sighs, No sun breaks through this ashen, endless sky. The ground beneath, a cracked and barren plain, Reflects the desolation in my brain.

I wander lost, a ghost in shades of gray, Each step a weight, each breath a hollow sway. The whispers here, like serpents in the sand, Remind me of the choices made, unplanned.

A fiery landscape paints the distant view, A constant specter, a haunting, fiery hue. But here, no flames lick at my weary skin, Just the cold embrace of what lies within.

No demons lash with whips, no horns do blare, Yet screams echo, a silent, inner prayer. The ghosts of deeds, regrets that never cease, These are the demons, bringing me no peace.

I search for faces, lost in this despair, But only shadows dance in the thin air. Is this the price for choices made in life? Eternal solitude, unending strife?

Perhaps this hell is not a fiery pit, But the cold echo of a chance I'd missed. A world devoid of warmth, of love, of light, Where only darkness lingers in the night.

I close my eyes, a single tear escapes, A silent plea in this forsaken space. For even in this hell, a hope remains, To find redemption, break these mental chains.