On Hell’s Doorstep

On Hell’s Doorstep
By Paul McCann
 
Do you know how it feels 
at the doorstep of Hell
with nowhere else to go .

It‘s too late to go back,
too soon to go on
as the rain turns into snow .

After walking through the snow 
all through the night,
to find the doorstep that’s there .

You could die from the cold’
and never know it , 
and no one would even care .

Sheltered from the cold 
and you’re just another nobody no one knows .

You’ve forgotten  the last time you were fed  

and the last time you washed your clothes .

You landed where you fell 
on the doorstep of Hell ,
where you  laid down your head 
and that’s where you stayed 
as the walls burned down 
where silent footsteps often tread .

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