Make-Believe

We have all witnessed the transition

Not knowing about the rest

We have all enjoyed the vision

Unaware that he’s a threat

He knows you’re feeling clever

While searching for his weakness

But a magician will still never

Reveal his wicked secrets

If you fight through his chain

You will know you can’t deny

These reasons that explain

Where all the tricks start to die

There is a method to his madness

But not a blessing in disguise

You will be left with all the sadness

Feeling the needles behind your eyes

Many might think it’s cruel

Others may say it’s fake

He’ll use your tears as his fuel

While constructing your little lake

If you break the fourth wall

You’ll be left alone in a hall

And for those who dare not try

Please enjoy thriving in his lie

Now I know you might feel sure

While hiding behind that door

But the moment you start to doubt

You’ll learn what this poem is about

Morning Light

As it glows through my blinds in the morning,

It makes me think that it missed me.

Caressing my cheek without any warning,

It instantly pulls all the bad thoughts free.

Are you asking me to come out and play?

Do you trust me to wish away a rainy day?

I look above, and the sky is blue.

It’s a secret, but I trust you too.

Without the light, I would sleep forever.

Be stuck in the void, surrounding me wherever.

No one would notice, no one would care.

After all, there would be no one there.

But every morning will eventually pass,

No light could possibly forever last.

It chased away the shadow that cast,

Now I think it’s time to get breakfast.

– poem inspired by DDLC.

A Hungry Raccoon

It first happened in the dead of night

I was slicing bread for a guilty snack

My attention was caught by a light so bright

From a raccoon hiding barely in sight

A glimmer of hope had appeared in my life

As I found myself reaching for a knife

The bread, a limitless snack to attend

The raccoon, my one and only real friend

That was the first time I ever noticed 

My very own strange tendencies

I gave the raccoon a piece of my bread

My subconscious aware of its abilities

Well aware that a raccoon that has been fed

Will always come back to see more of the red

And well aware that this would all lead

To an overwhelming feeling of greed

Light shines in the eyes of my new friend

From the happiness that I succeed to send

While I slice the warm and freshly baked bread 

The raccoon is excitedly being overfed

The raccoon has taken a following to me

We have grown a bit too fond of each other

The raccoon becomes hungry more frequently

Now the knife sticks to me like a brother

Every time I slice my bread in the den

The raccoon immediately shows its excitement

There is a rush of color while I count to ten

And I finally get to feed myself again

– poem inspired by DDLC.