Red Slippers

Tue, 04/11/2017 - 16:55 -- mh51598

I never thought I’d hear that voice ever again,

the whispers in my head never stopped in the night they just begin,

tick tock on the clock beats faster every minute,

Why can’t the funny man see all I am is;




And I saw,

Red Slippers,

rainbow dust,

and the crooked smile again,

the fairies told me this time that I’d be free.


He never leaves I wonder where he goes,

If all I am is a flower in the grass,

I keep on popping pills they tell me I’ve been good,

I recite my words in my head,

careful and cautious,

all aware of his looming presence,

Why can’t the funny man see all I am is all I am?  


This poem is about: 
Our world


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