*** Fate *** Poem by Sheri B PoeticMadhatter

He stands at the door
and beacon's me in
but before I enter
My heart ask again
is he my foe
or is he my friend
I stand and ponder outside
his stone walls
will I be greeted by a man's hand
Or by Satan's claw's
He smiles as he tells me that all is well
but I know in my heart
that this could be heaven or hell
His lies are trechery, a falsehood to be sure
and to be without him
I find there is no cure.
I long for the day when peace I will find
when one day I will wake up and he will not be
on my mind.
When he stands no more at that door waiting for me
When indeed someday I will truley be free.

Poeticmadhatter..aka..Sheri 9-09