You’re in a box, more like a small tomb
I
s this a dream or cosmic fantasy
Warm, no light, quite like a mother’s womb
Dark suffocates, breath filled with agony
A red light shines through a crack in the wall
Mechanical singing seizes your body
T
he rabbit appears to watch your downfall
A strange figure, his demeanor haughty
The rabbit sways and sings to the melody
A
ir leaves the room and is out of your reach
Prayers can’t be death’s remedy
This is the lesson the rabbit will preach
Tune becomes requiem, your mind is numb
M
emories of you are tidbits and crumbs
YOU ARE READING
Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
