Treasure Island

Summer Huggins


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Lost the way,
Walking through the unknown,
Fog trapping your vision,
So quiet, the pain screams,
The path splits,
Where do you go?
Making your own street to escape,
Looking back only suffocates,
Rock tumble and roll,
Animals sit criss cross and pray,
Entering the group without knowledge,
The snake playing games,
The bunny planning the worst,
The owl talking to the divine,
One bite,
Where did your mind go?
Going to the realms of impossible,
Time does not exist,
No body for touch,
The soul searching for the answer,
Stumbling upon a riot of chaos,
Normal is an illusion,
Taking that risk of pleasure,
Sanity and insanity combining as one.

Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013
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