He thought it was that simple,
He never wanted it to be dwindled,
But now it starting to swirled, twirl,
What had gotten into his dream world.
He can't feel it before,
Things were as calm as he is,
The impulse keeps stimulating more,
But why he can't move , he freezes.
His fingers hurt,
His head hurts,
His eyes hurt,
His heart hurts.
He went deep into his magical forest,
Searching for the pieces of gem he left,
Stumble upon a witch chained under arrest,
Come here boy, I knew what's in your chest!
"It hurts,"
Why?
The witch smiles and laugh like a maniac,
You're under a strong magic spell,
Thus breathe slowly relax your cardiac,
Things will get better I know I can tell.
YOU ARE READING
42
PoetryI will keep writing until the chapter succeeds 41 and precedes 43. P/S : I do not own any of the illustration in this writings
