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"Easy is the descent to hell, for the gates to the underworld lies open both day and night. But to retrace your steps and return to the breezes above-- that's the task, that's the toil.that is the rub"
~ Virgil ~
I've read this line a million times never really coming to grips with a meaning that fit me for I'm not sure I believe in a cosmic heaven or hell. But when the love that I held above all other standards
walked away. under blind eye's and apathy's silence I slipped into the darkness , shrouded beneath a cancerous cloud of indifference
feeling like destiny's only forgotten child , broken and lost simply without hope ,no longer having the will to fight
survival the only goal
to escape the screams of silence pounding through my head
is but a bottle and a poem
in my drunken stupor I just somberly grin and think of all the times
we had and wish we could have again .but it's years to late for that,
a reflection from the broken bathroom mirror stares back at me like a thousand shards of cold winter steel
a great portrait of me if I do say so Myself 
 you the woman who saw right past my defences 
saw the emotions of other loves dead and gone that I hid from the world
the only person who listen to me and passed
no judgment upon My already weary soul
we were strangers then . . .
but again then we weren't
balanced on that fearful beginning each scared of the pain the other could put us through 
where everything never seems to be just quit right but we were ready to try
the years have altered nothing,upon my side 
they have not dulled or discredited the magic
of when you stood beside me
I swear I wish you had stayed
because you’d probably of done something 
that would of made me feel alive instead of 
dead inside
but you and I both know
I had already pulled the trigger thinking i could be content to be forgotten
you couldn't see through smoke of the final bridge burning but they were there