MisguidedA Poem by Frederick P SamsonSometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.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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Added on May 7, 2019 Last Updated on May 7, 2019 AuthorFrederick P SamsonHartlepool, United KingdomAboutI work in the construction industry but of late have felt compelled to write. more..Writing
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