Anyone can find themselves
inside the Grove of Pleasure.
It takes little to see the joy that it brings,
so full of its abundant treasure.
Many give up everything
to seek the Grove of Pleasure.
But in their quest they find too late
the price they paid has no measure.
The Grove of Pleasure is not what it seems,
its looks deceptive and only a ploy.
Inside the grove, though little do realize,
therein there is no joy.
It taunts, it teases
only for its pleasure.
For when others fall into this trap
they suddenly find displeasure.
They hunt and they grope
to reach the priceless fortunes.
But the treasures are just out of reach
making them just a distortion.
The Grove of Pleasures is not what is seems,
its evil purposes hidden inside.
For this land of fake joy, no matter what seems,
is only a torturing prison.
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A Collection of Poems: Volume I
PoésiePlease excuse the bad writing. These are oldish poems. Also I am no good at writing poems. To be perfectly honest, the only decent one is "A Bad Poem". To reduce the number of works I've made (since a lot of them are poems), I am combing the poems i...
