A Poet's Window to Hell

[The Cobalt Sieg]

I am a poet and writer of some small skill and have written a great volume of work in my spirals and notebooks over my years in junior and high school. As I look back during this senior year, I realize that all of my writing conveys a deep spiritual longing and feeling, as well as a deep love of emotions and nature.
Looking back on a poem I wrote in ninth grade after reading Dante's Inferno, I am struck again by how radically different my view of Hell is. The title of the poem is 'The Great Fall of the Loving', and I may post it at some point. It was an attempt to put a deep emotional pain into words.
My description of Hell is thus - in this existence created by Our Great Lord Almighty, there is, in fact, a deep void. This chasm is a bottomless pit - for it extends forever into the reaches of infinity, just as Heaven reaches in the same manner. This void is dark and moist, filled with a coldness of temperature and heart that permeates any soul that even glances upon it. A mere glimpse of this void would leave a soul trembling in agony and prone upon the ground. Not with pain, oh no, but with pure misery and self-hatred.
For this is Hell - not a place of flames and torture, nor one of sin and hate. Hell is no more than an emotional cage for the damned; an endless agony and longing.
In my Hell, the damned lay, half submerged in the mud of the walls of the void. They are naked and their eyes are haunted, constantly dropping tears to the bottom of the pit. Not a sound is made, save the occasional racking sobs of those new to this plane of existence.
My reasoning for this Hell is thus - each soul craves the light of God. There is nothing in existence or imagination that can possibly compare to the feeling a soul has when the Father shines his love upon them. The feelings would be so great, so intense and consuming, that the soul is forever content and joyous.
Imagine, then, the feel of a soul that witnesses this, then sees that love withdraw - or sees that they may no longer feel it. Would that not then be equally, if not more, painful in the same measure? Imagine then if the soul could perceive through the will of the Lord that the love of the Lord still exists, but that the soul has chosen to reject it forever... How now does this soul feel?
Such pain and self loathing would lead even the mightiest of souls into the greatest despair they could ever experience - for all souls love God and seek forever to be with him.
This, I find, is a far more teaching punishment for those that turn forever from the light. Not a physical pain or torture, but a pain so greatly psychological that the soul itself would wish for it's own in-existence. Such a Hell... Would truly be worthy of that title.

For what pain, in all of existence and imagination, is both as great and as just as this final judgment - this impassable distance between a soul and the Almighty?

[Rick336]

Originally Posted by The Cobalt Sieg

In my Hell, the damned lay, half submerged in the mud of the walls of the void. They are naked and their eyes are haunted, constantly dropping tears to the bottom of the pit.

Sounds awful.

In my Hell, everybody drives slow in the left lane, Richard Simmons is President, all radio stations play bagpipe music, the only show on TV is "The 700 Club", and the only thing to eat is pickled beets or old fruitcake.

Rick

[The Cobalt Sieg]

Richard Simmons... Dear God... No...
*hides beneath a rock*