A Path Through Hell

Follow me, but don’t look back to what
has gone.  See, here my foot slips on
rock.  Pebbles scatter.  With head bent
I look down here at the edge:
a gate with no path past
the latch, the lock, where I stand now.


(circa 190-1993, from If This is a Comedy, Why Aren’t We Laughing)

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