by Rebecca Mahar about a year ago in surreal poetry

What a Wonderful World


In the midst of nightmares

and reality there is a land

you can escape to.

It swallows you whole

and wipes your memory,

but just temporarily.

You have nothing to

hide from while you’re

in this beautiful and

plastic world.

The blank stares you

receive here bring a

comfort you’ve never known.

You know who you are


They don’t know who you

are there.

You have the absolute power you


No one can control


You are the ruler

of your kingdom,

my dear.

They fear you more

than you fear them.

You have the power you


Now go,

conquer and control.

Let them truly see

the monster you are.

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Rebecca Mahar

Hi there! I love writing and anything really creative and so I figured I'd try my hand here at writing poems and possibly stories. Everyone needs a hobby, right?

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