Bad Trip
TaJuan is an aspiring writer hoping to gain experience and growth through publishing passionate works, like this one, online for the world.
I stumbled to my porch,
Mind scorched
By the drugs
I then heard a voice
A voice similar
But peculiar-ly
Different
From my own
A voice
That
Without choice
Told me to
"Follow the moon."
I was confused
Until I used
My squinted vision
To embrace the moon’s beauty
Shining brightly
When the stars refused
How could I choose
Any other path
other than to
Follow the moon.
Such a strange feeling
This allurement
No words
No deterrence
Just a dance
Between my eyes
And the prize
In a trance
All smiles, with dimples
No musings
For the goal was simple
Follow the moon.
However,
The hypnosis began to wear off
Paranoia took its place
The trees
Usually filled with grace
Look contorted and demonic
Dizzy
My eyes moved at supersonic
Speeds
Please
Someone save me
But trust
I had zero
There were no heroes
Only villains
For everyone must
Be after me
The plastered me
Who no longer wanted to
Follow the moon.
I just wanted to go home.