The Road To Hell - Poem by Kate Hutson
The long road, faithfully trudged,
Shines with glittering falsehoods,
Sparkling like diamonds,
In the glare bright (too bright)
Sunlight of temptation.
Journeymen slip, slide, stumble;
Eyes ever fixed on the prize,
Blind to the mocking of angels,
Time and lives and dreams
Squandered in banal futility.
The ancients honed their craft,
Cartographers of the damned.
Souls ooze to surface the road;
So willingly and eternally paved
In the detritus of procrastination.
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