Ryan Lee Morris
The Road To Hell - Poem by Ryan Lee Morris
It’s not that I didn’t love you.
I only knew how to love my way.
My needs, my dreams, my expectations.
The result was my disappointment and my big mess.
If I told you I was wrong and you were right all these years.
Would it make any difference to you?
When the shoe is on the other foot.
You get blisters and blisters hurt.
You can always walk in my footsteps.
I hope you don’t fall where I fell.
Same path, same pitfalls.
I hope your sight is better than mine was.
A painless path to journey down.
It is easy to not see the damage when you are blind to others.
The road before me was a mirror.
My reflection was all I saw.
A lot of back tracking.
To get where I am now.
The journey back was painful.
As I walk past all the destruction I left in my wake.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Intentions are the sole property of it’s holder.
The best of intentions, the greatest of expectations.
Disappointment always disappoints in the end.
When I sought what I didn’t have.
When I sought what I thought I wanted.
I lost sight of what I had.
A thief will steal your jewels when you aren’t watching.
It’s not what you don’t have, you need to protect.
Because you don’t have it and you may never.
There are no guarantees in life.
Rather than being satisfied, we risk it all though.
Was it worth the risk to me?
What was the pay off?
What did I lose?
The stakes were higher than the payoff.
The payoff was regret, shame and loss.
That is what I walked away with.
If life was a game, I’d be a winner.
But life is not, so I lost.
Selfish love takes everything it can get.
When it walks from the table broke and broken, it is bitter.
Selfless love gives all it can give.
When it walks from the table broke and broken, it is just happy it played.
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