Smile's all agape

Insanity

Lollipops aplenty
on candy cane lane.
An array of all the colors
Within the spectrum of the rainbow.
Fluffiest clouds
Of pure white cotton.
Every structure, and tree, and sign, and rock,
Wrapped delicately and thoroughly,
In plush pillows of goose down.
The ankle high,
'Silky soft to bare feet' grass,
Expressing shades of green,
That define the color..
Elated with childlike wonder
And innocence,
A kiddo at Disneyland,
I take off running full speed...
With a careless disregard
To possible injury,
I leap head long in classic
Superman style,
Testing the supple, down bumpers.
In attempt to reach forth to catch myself,
I find it impossible to extend my arms.
No matter.
I land with a light padded thud.

On my feet,
Again with the same childlike drive as before,
One foot before the other,
I take off in full on sprint..
Goofy look upon my face,
Tongue extended to its limit,
I aim with tenacity,
For the closest sweetness of a red lollipop.
As I reach it I am stopped,
Dead in my tracks.
Tongue, a millimeter removed
From sweet successful contact,
I recieve instead
The 'no taste' of invisible force field.
And as I'm shaken violently
From a thorazine induced trance,
My brilliantly colored,
Happy place of a world shrinks,
Down to an uncomfortable
8x8 padded cell.
"GOD DAMNIT!!" I scream,
My nose still itching like a mofo..
Unable to receive sweet relief
From just one go over with my
'Restrained in the happy jacket' finger.
F**k...

Intricate B

Author's Note

Writing is my therapy.
Saves the last shred of sanity I have left.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sounds like a manic episode. that's what it's like for me, anyway. everything is for me, the feeling of being indomitable, the self-destruction. the pretty images and their secret meanings...excellent job.