...tentacles of death.

...tentacles of death.

A Poem by Huw

There is an emotional route

that people find themselves treading

it passes through the ditch of anguish 

the bog of discontentment terrain of despair.

They are in this way by choice

they heard and saw the warnings

yet on they march expecting joy

but finding terrifying dread in the cold

tentacles of death. 

© 2018 Huw


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Added on January 10, 2018
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..