"The world is full of magical things waiting for your wits to grow sharper" -Bertrand Russel
When you squint
What do you see?
I see watery layers of fabric
Mystical creatures swimming between the lines
Delving deeper into the mist
Wading into the royal blue waters
Whimsical lights surround me
Shimmering fish come to greet me
But there is a darkness lurking
Taking the form of our fears and doubts
The water bleeds a poisonous black
The creatures run and hide
Leaving none behind
I'm running away
Yet I find myself swimming deeper into the bay
Bubbles rise from the depths
Currents sweep through my hair
A crack runs across my chest
From within, a monster jests
My endeavours were fruitless it seems
For this creature was inside me all along
Merely another creation of my corrupted mind
The water ripples
Draining out into thin air
The heavy mist unveils
A path to home
I follow it, watching the trees sway on both sides
The monster following in stride
I know I can't return
Lest I let my demons loose on an underserving world
But sometimes,
I swear I can feel cool water wrap around my feet
Hear the beat of dragon wings
See a flicker of fins
And strangest of all
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
