Through Hell


by Terry Bowden

I trap myself within

the confines of one

of my own creation

I suffer my passion

for all who choose

staring into the space

between two thieves

a shepherd unflocked

I die for a cup of wine

forsake me not for

all the world I gather

I die for a time

like yeast to rise

for that I am bred

my mother my will

I pass through Hell

Terry Bowden lives in New Zealand

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