Lost in the nether regions. 
I wander wretchedly.
Alone anidst the legions,
of lost souls just like me.
Groping in the gloom, 
to find my way back home.
In failure lays my doom,
forever here to roam.
The air is foul and fetid,
putrescence straight from Hell.
The exit is well hidden,
good becomes unwell.
Did I die to get here,
I only wish I knew.
It fills me with great fear,
that this may be so true.
With the dead I'm walking,
in circles round and round.
No one hears my screaming,
the silence is unsound.
I stare into the eyes,
of the other walking dead.
I hear the wailing cry's,
that are better left unsaid.
When I reach out to touch,
suddenly they are not there.
This shouck is far too much,
my soul cries in despair.
I hear the silent screaming,
the air heaves in agony.
I pray that I am dreaming,
this nightmarish cacaphony.
I realize with horror,
the nightmare doesn't end.
I'm doomed forevermore,
to drift on this foul wind.
I' drifting through this hell,
in unending agony.
Praying that's there's still,
some hope somewhere for me.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/11/97