World of Sin

Based upon a song I had heard as a child.

I'm looking for the forest of gluttony,
A place with wolves of greed.
Help me look,
For I am hurt,
Within my dying fantasies.

I'm looking for the season of envy,
Where the fairies of thieves' play.
Help me look,
For I am crying,
Within my dying fantasies.

I'm looking for the river of sloth,
Filled with stars of vanity.
Help me look,
For I am singing,
Within my dying fantasies.

I'm looking for the city of lust,
Enchanted and bewitched with dreams,
Help me look,
For I am running,
Within my dying fantasies.

I've found it,
I've found it,
My world of sin.

Help me,
Help me,
For I am now entangled,
Within my dying fantasies...

Reviews

[Raych]

I love this poem. The repetition is perfect for this poem. I love the words you've chosen to describe you dying fantasies. It's an enjoyable read, relation can be accomplished, and it's wonderful. The captured image was lovely, and this poem is well written. Nothing wrong I'm seeing. Excellent write :)

-Raych

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

Loved the fantasy elements to this poem it was very well written with strong emotions another great read well done

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very good imagerys, this poem was an excellent read!