Walking through the tunnel
Such brightness on all sides
It's swirling all around me
No place to run and hide
My head starts its pounding
Reality it slides
I can't see my shadow
The whole things gone to shit
Is life in this bottle
I might be done with it
What path is this before me
With patterns on the ground
Do I consecrate it
Or leave it still unfound
Dragons fly overhead
The fire is a sound
I can't see my shadow
The whole things gone to shit
Is life in this bottle
I might be done with it
My senses start to fade
Such a sweet relief
Synapses so unaided
The pain is such a thief
Monthly serenaded
You've got to have belief
I can't see my shadow
The whole things gone to shit
Is life in this bottle
I might be done with it
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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