Dillusion

The sorrowful road that walks me here,

Is line with the crows, beady-eyed.

The land is dead, with fruitless skeletons,

This is where all life has died.

.. ..

The deathly barricade that guards your land,

Is riddled with unseen demons.

A web of warning hangs in the corners,

Where no insect dare travels on.

.. ..

The fangs of the shadow, rabid and sharp,

Hang like a noose, with only more death.

Angry, glowing eyes watch my progress,

Just hoping for a reason to make it my last breath.

.. ..

Shards of ice, upon the stair,

Knowing that it could be a simple slip.

A glassy finish make it all the more likely,

Anticipating, with a sharper tip.

.. ..

The dark, demeaning door towers so high,

Proving that the gates of hell are true.

A journey so death-riddled, is one I must make,

And I’ll make it every day, just to see you.

Reviews

[KatieDaray]

I love poems like this and I think all of your work is great!