Visiting the wizard for a dose of magic,
A wise choice in the current state of mind.
Though the comedown will be oh so tragic,
It would be foolish to leave the wand behind.
Abra, kadabra, alakazam,
A deep metaphorical form is formed.
You aren't you but you feel like the tastiest clam,
Your brain is fried and the texture of your skin is deformed.
Eyes turn into those of a skilled hawk with a sight so certain,
Excitement rushes though the body like a cat with a ball of wool.
The smile on your face encourages removal of the safety curtain,
Golden lights make the darkness in your heart feel no longer dull.
Eventually the lights expire and the darkness returns,
The curtain is risen to cover that frown.
The ball of wool burns,
Comedown.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
