Hell is surprisingly easy to stumble into,
It takes a moment, a misstep, a mistaken leap,
And then you fall, fall into a spiritual abyss,
Obliterating your body into shattered bits,
Like a glass that bleeds and cries.
Hell takes an eternity to navigate,
The paths are crooked until you take them,
Though the path to hell is a straight line,
While every step forward is newfound ground,
Anxious, nervous, and foul with possibility.
Hell doesn’t want you to leave,
It’s not a place of sinner’s regret,
But rather the hollowness of choices,
It’s a reminder that the past is lost,
And the future provides no balm.
Hell is a home for some of us,
A moment to reflect on inaction,
It’s as much punishment as breathing is,
And we construct our houses with idleness,
Wondering, always wondering, how we got here.