Good Intent

A poem about the complex nature of good intentions.

The road to hell I've heard, 

is paved with good intent

this road to hell I paved myself, 

with stones of meaning well.

Each stone was measured - placed,

with the steps of selfless care

but the path they tread, despite intent,

would not guide me there.

Blind I walked the road untravelled,

heartened by my good intent

The more I walked and went astray,

did I lose sight of what it truly meant.

Now hell is where I languish, to suffer everyday,

with "No good deed goes unpunished" barring my way.

And though I am lost, easy am I found,

by the ones who truly wish

This hell is one of guilt's design,

that I inflict upon myself.