Misguided

Misguided

A Poem by Frederick P Samson
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Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.

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Overcame with desire
As the sirens serenade
The cold flame of a fire
As I’m beckoned to the shade

A beacon calling to me
As I’m guided to the docks
But the darkness comes to fool me
Damned, I crash against the rocks

I move with no control
As the devil leads the dance
He charms away my soul
Like a snake snared in a trance

Hypnotised by those evil eyes
A promise of all I crave
But it’s a lie, the only prize
Is an eternity as his slave

A claim to buried treasure
A map to all my dreams
A temptation of what I pleasure
But all is not what it seems

My destiny rests on a road that’s tainted
I travel the wrong path my fate foretells
Covered with blood the sign was painted
Underneath read ‘Welcome To Hell’




© 2019 Frederick P Samson


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Frederick P Samson
Frederick P Samson

Hartlepool, United Kingdom



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I work in the construction industry but of late have felt compelled to write. more..

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