Keep walking ahead,
Don't look behind,
Don't turn around,
You won't like what you find.
The walk picks up pace,
Still you don't turn,
Still you don't look,
Despite how you yearn.
You are jogging now,
The crowd jogs in sync,
They all whistle too,
But you're on the brink.
You look behind,
You stop dead in your track,
What did I tell you?
Do not look back.
You have seen me now,
And that will cost dear.
How dare you defy me?
Now your death is near.
And once I've destroyed you,
You're nothing but dead,
It will then be your turn,
To tell them to look ahead.
Because once you have learnt,
The secrets I hide,
You will forever wish
You never looked behind.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoetry from my imagination of what certain times of the past were like (mainly wars). These are not genuine poems from that time.
