Wrong way

 

Took a wrong turn

at the crossroads around midnight.

Silhouetted figure pointed left,

I should have turned right.

The tarmac became bumpy,

the apparition disappeared,

no longer a person.

Just a foggy, clouded vision

I took the diversion.

 

Could not see what was awaiting me,

the corner hidden by overgrown trees.

Branches stretching out monstrously,

like hands in a haunted room

reaching out to fill me with doom.

The road rose to a blind summit,

took it too fast

and my whole world started to plummet.

 

Down, faster, and faster.

Brakes didn't work,

heading for disaster.

I heard laughter,

chuckles, evil and menacing.

Fear started to pin prick my skin,

lurked around my head trespassing.

Saw robed figures lining the road

like a funeral procession.

 

Then the road gave way,

I was in a tunnel,

or was it a hospital hallway.

A bright light at one end.

Clichéd as it is to say,

I thought I saw old friends,

family awaiting me.

An old voice spoke,

from the darkness.

Said turn back now,

this road is for the lost.

You have more journeys to embark upon,

your heart is the map,

don't lose it at any cost.

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle