Insanity short poem

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High cut walls of hell was born
Little devils seemed serene n calm
Hot-red fire washed upon all
Air around felt humid and warm…

Dread, hatred, but not love
Could find a place to stay ashore
Flesh perished and then the soul
Of men who lived their lives so sour…

Here lies a crumpled ball of life
His eyes clamped shut with fright
Deep within he knew his fate
And screamed with all his might…

I wonder what insanity
Found its way to him
His heart-fragile n age-tender
But face a horrible grim…

Fumes of rage and streams of fire
Swept up the crumbled ball so high
Tossed and turned and higher it rose
Of guilt or fear, he starts to cry…

At last the fumes and fire died down
But dread creeped up his little brown eyes
For he now stands upon no base
Drops down to death, here he dies…

He was a simple lively boy
With dreams he wished upon with hope
Cruel heartless beastful souls
Killed his dreams, he failed to cope…

The heart that once knew innocence
Became a beast who grew and grew
Poor soul, what wrong he did,unless
To hope his dreams would come true…

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I started to write down poems from a young age, out of sheer curiosity and fun. Later on it turned out to be something I loved to do. I write rarely because I feel it is better to write when I can immerse myself into the the poem. Therefore I will be self satisfied with the results.
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