Journey

There’s a bad taste, in my mouth

Pain in my gut

An ache in my bones

While travelling south.

Many stops I’ll face, along the way

Demonic distractions

Will want me to play

False gifts, to tempt me

Disguised as all good

Must carry on walking

Stay under my hood

When will I rest?

Don’t think I can

Monsters will catch me

And fuck-up my plan

Tear me to shreds

Mess with my mind

Create false illusion

Destroy happy time

I listen to a voice

That’s always with me

Encouraging, guiding

My saviour, really

Keeping me sane

When insanity rages

Puts negative actions

Back in their cages

So on, I must travel

My heart filled with hope

Searching for peace

I don’t want any fire,

Ashes, or smoke.

©paul

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