SUSPICIONA Poem by Helen WoodwardOh
suspicion, you are the downfall Of those who trust you…fools
that they are Looking for shelter in your deceiving arms and
pointing fingers That draw the feeble minded into your web of
destruction Oh wicked one…when will you cease your unholy
terror And be thrown back into the fiery pit where you belong I
can see your sinister hands rubbing together with glee And your
decaying mouth cackling with baneful mirth Another notch on your
already bountiful belt of victories People are slow to learn and
quick to judge This suits your purpose well…as one by one They
fall into your cauldron of depravity And ultimate loneliness Oh
suspicion your verbose nature is that of the scorpion You bring
forth only wretchedness and pernicious vibration You gather souls
in large nets and offer endless lust and gratification It is a
game to you…winner takes all But your Judas kiss shall reap
only devotees of filth and corruption Oh suspicion, there is no
sign of humility in you Only a depraved mind on a mission from
Hell… © 2008© 2014 Helen WoodwardReviews
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6 Reviews Added on September 26, 2013 Last Updated on May 3, 2014 AuthorHelen WoodwardAustraliaAboutAt times simply living is hard work. People around you are non-responsive and you feel like throwing in the towel. I have read and reviewed many on-line writers who have felt this way.. more..Writing
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