#WritcoPoemPrompt8

Every soul that passed this gate,
said it felt as though it was fate.
I dare those to wear my shoes. Look at the sores on my feet.
They look worn but are solid as concrete.
Eyes are constantly watching so it's not like you can cheat.
Go ahead, try them on. I'll take a seat.
Five minutes? You look beat.
You thought it would be a treat.
You thought the laces and colour would come out neat.
Taking them off already? You don't want to repeat?
Now you know why I went with Pete?
Despite all the assumptions
and disruptions
I can't even fathom...