Dysfunctional World
Miss Amoral called me on the phone last night.
She asked me why I was so glum.
“My love,” I responded, “It all seems to turn into such a boring routine.”
She instructed me to step outside onto the quaint wooden porch behind my house.
All I could mutter was “okay.”
Dark shadows drawn from the bushes concealed my
immediate view of the exterior world.
So I stepped outside
With the same amount of wonder a child would have when receiving a new toy.
The phone dropped from my now oily hand.
My mouth made the shape of a donut hole.
Attempting to grasp the railing,
My bottom made a righteous thump as it hit the ground.
In the process,
My mind could barely comprehend the scene enfolding before it.
A rainbow world was now in my path.
Gone were the morbid thoughts I had once fed upon and helped to sustain.
The rainbow engulfed the vista within my amazed eyes view.
Magical unicorns pranced along the valley at a fit canter.
Bright blue water glistened as steams of visitors rode its face.
Young couples deep in love were seen everywhere;
On luxuriously designed park benches;
Kissing awkwardly for the first time behind a tree,
Holding hands in agreement to their new found wisdom.
My face drew paler as the events continued to ensue.
The sun stood majestically above the scene as if it would have any other day.
Suddenly,
I realized I couldn’t stand it anymore.
On the thoughts of a uniquely perfect world,
My head would acquire such a dull throbbing pain.
Utopia met me before I could rebel
Or run away at least.
Escape was a must.
Jumping deftly into the water beneath my landing,
I could no longer hold my breath as their songs of happiness continued to fill my ears.
Once my presence was gone,
The world changed back.
Dark trees filled the space where my house had once been.
Shouts of pain and dark skies filled the murky air.
Nothing could stop the escaping cries from my agitated
mouth.
With such a wounded heart,
What was left for anyone to do?
Immense Darkness had met vulnerable darkness and won.
My world had betrayed me.
It would pay one day.
Somewhere else now...
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