poems - childhood

Nursery rhymes sung by twisted voices

echo through a lost land - close your eyes,

and you might see it.

When you wander freely, you find your freedom gone;

The absence of it crept upon you so slowly, that you never saw it before,

Tears are disguised in puddles on the roads.

Where ever you go, the eerie choir follows

hidden in the corner of your eye...

when ever you turn, they are gone - yet not gone,

lurking in the shadows, their voice never ceasing...

Can you hear them? They can hear you. They can hear

your every breath

every beat of your heart,

every thought in your head.

But, you aren't there! Not really!

So why can you hear them - their twisted voice?

They lurk in your memory

in your childhood

in your brain

just waiting. Just listening. Have you found the lost land

that feels so familiar, so strange?404Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlRF0iZieny

The sun bleeds into the sky.

The grass is made of plastic.

The sky is made of plastic.

Why can't you find your pulse?

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