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Magic Pill

Wish I had a magic pill, 
One that I could take today.
Wish I had a magic pill, 
To make creepies go away.

I hate this itchy, icky, blackness 
That's crawling up my spine.
I hate this squirming, wiggling 
Misery eating up my time.

I want to feel warmth,
Happiness in the sun.
Catch on fire at sunset.
Moonwalk, when day is done.

But... the darkness comes, 
No matter what I say or do.
I hate this sadness in me, 
And what it does to you.

Still you are there, holding me,
As I descending crack.
You are my sanity's glue,
The reason I come back.
 

Cecelia

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