Bitter Souls, Poisoned Lives

Like a snake curled to strike 

In the dark it hides 

Coiling tightly to its prey 

Leering on in pride 

Venom gleams from its fangs 

Just a drop to die 

Will you let it take a bite? 

Will it dare to try? 

Bitterness floods a soul 

 To pain it will lead 

Unless one works to let it go 

One can not be freed 

Beware this cruel serpent 

It’s easy to fall 

A trap that has been sprung 

Makes the final call

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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