My Personal Hell

as each glistening droplet slides down my cheek bones

i realise my immmaturity

my naivette,at having run from salvation

thinking it is my personal hell

and yet now that i want to run back to it,

you obsturct the door saying

immature as i was to come out I am still immature to go in,

leaving me in a strange limbo i do not understand .

i was foolish enough to think that you would hold my hand

guide me to my destiny,

little did i realise that you were nothing but my guiding star,

there to show the way - nothing more nothing less,

all keys to that door lie within me

and it is for me to find the key to them.

foolish that i was foolish that i still am

i imagine my guide will still be there

little do i realise that the brief leonoid shower has passed

and no stars or comets will come by to light my path

it is for me to find the light within

and travel the path to again arrive at the gates of my hell,

now turned my heaven.