My Hell

I get out of the car one foot at a time.
I step up the curb then up the steep steps.
Walking slowly to my hell the hell that was made for me.
Walking slowly on the rough path to the bridge of sanity to insanity.
I walk down the steps to the dungeon where my hell awaits.
I turn the corner and reach the gate to my hell.
I step in and relize there is no escape.
Maybe one day i will escape.

© 2001 Joseph Sayle