Poem: Wicked

There was a time when breathing felt good

Now it's just a necessity,

Living became surviving

Dreams became aspirations,

Imagination blurred away

Emotions never stay.

Future used to be the light exploding

Now it's a ghost in the shadowy corner

How wonderful growing up is!

No surprise this is what they wanted

Killed a beating heart for the ticking clock

This is what was lost,

The chirping birds, and stars infinite

The touch of magic, under the moonlight

Now when the ink dries untouched,

The paper cries for its beloved.

And when she drifts afloat in the cold water

Her mind wanders to his wicked smile.