The Wrong Path Poem by Naveed Akram

Never swear to the wrong path
As much as the halls and mirrors,
As little as this blindly follows.
One path devastates some of the worries,
Another swung and collapsed from sleep
Too hard, and those too hard beings
Are veined and delivered.

One pillar stands before the ideals,
A sunken ship waits and pleads for danger
As the pirates of the deeper regions forsake
Your encompassed life, thanking no being
Of wonderment.

Never swear to the enemy that sinks your ship,
And do not swing from one branch to another
Bough, trees are nimble and quick in growth.