#180 (the deep end)

the deep end

of my dreams

is where fears

grow to terrors

the landscape

of a former quiet night

turning into an evil fairground


bitterness and pain exchanging candy

while pride and prejudice are

taking the rollercoaster of doom

whack-a-doubt

yet I’ll never hit

and have to spent an extra round

in the cabinet of broken mirrors


dissolving glass in the acid

of nasty rumours

adding some extra poison

sundae undelight

getting bitter, sip by sip


sunrise saves me

and as I’m stumbling

through last night’s sober debris*

I’m finding peace

a dusty wreath of lilies

crowning my head


14th November 2017
* borrowed from the lyrics 
to "Hello" by the Shakespear Sisters
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