Like Hansel and Gretel
He was deceived by the gingerbread house
And false hope
Oh, the wondrous power of imaginationBut in that house, there was nothing sweet
He had to work quickly for everything
It was his only way to survive
The witch didn't care about his painIn the end, he left the gingerbread house
And found himself in the forest of fear again
He couldn't even remember how he got there
Or what it felt like to be at home
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My December Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote this month for Poetmas Instagram challenge