Wicked Stranger

The evil man walking down your street,

Heading straight into your life.

Promises fun...glorious wonders...

But, brings you nothing but strife.

Look in his eyes, selling illusions.

But, there's a price to pay.

Says, "you're free" and "you can chose".

You'll see you are his prey.

Wicked Stranger...

He's got a hold on you.

Wicked Stranger...

Oh, what will you do?

Open wide, just take a breath,

And you invite him in.

Tells you lies..."you'll never lose"...

But, really never win.

Your best friend, he takes control.

Your life is his to lead.

Nothing yours, but you don't care.

He is all that you need.

Wicked Stranger...

He's got a hold on you.

Wicked Stranger...

Oh, what will you do?

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Timothy Donnelly 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Cool poem, nice imagery, well-written, rated up.


newday98033 5 years ago

Read The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain.

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