let me tell you

hell is built
piece by piece
brick by brick
around
you.
it’s a gradual,
not a rapid
process.

we build our
own
inferno,
blame
others.

but hell is
hell.

wordly hell is
hell.

my hell and
your
hell.

our
hell.

hell, hell
hell.

the song of
hell.

putting your
shoes on
in the
morning.
hell.


Charles Bukowski, Last Night of the Earth Poems.