Hell’s Path

No answers to the questions we seek,

wandering in constant search since birth,

nothing belongs to the humble or meek,

with each day a struggle upon this earth.

Just learning what hasn’t been shown,

an endless adventure in sight and mind,

surrounded by people, yet so all alone,

power and greed in the passing of time.

Settling for nothing more nor nothing less,

as the spirit within faces a constant rage,

life you see is nothing more than a test,

lost in mere translation of the turning page.

Shadows cast from a sobering brilliant glow,

in an instant life and death meet with a clash,

silencing the crowd, ceasing the busy flow,

to ashes in the end, nothing ever seems last.

We might never know what was meant to be,

in the land of enchantment where we dwell,

sadly, blinded in self-interest we never see,

the path we’re following leads straight to hell.

Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2006, All Audiences