I trudge down a long, winding path
A path whose shape and contours mirror the territory of my mind.
It was a wise man who once said: Hell is the state of your mind.
Hell, is not a place where you will be condemned to live your afterlife, as a consequence of all your misdeeds and evil motives.
Hell is the shadow that grows longer and larger with each passing day.
The shadow not only dogs you at every step,
but marks those steps that you are yet to take.
Try and dodge that shadow,
it’ll stick to you,
more yours than your skin.
Try and hit back at that shadow,
it’ll just stand there with a faceless expression.
Try and ignore that shadow,
it’ll make its presence felt.
Try and own that shadow,
probably, just probably, you may still have a chance.