Saturday, August 21, 2010

The Fifth Circle of Hell

Presenting itself before me,
Behind me, and all around…
A void.

Shapeless, cold and bleak,
It has swallowed up
The road less traveled,
And spit out a broken path
Of cobblestone and cowardice.

Plunging, once again,
Hand over hand
I grasp for a rope
Taut with triumph.
Alas, it doesn’t exist.

I fall, headlong,
Into the void…
Feeling only a slight chill.

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