This Daydream World

Burning, burning, escape the flame

and you’re ‘home safe’ to freedom’s prison

dragging you back again, luring you

from the fire. The thick smoke hangs, lingering,

a gloomy shadow over your head,

so you're in the dark alone, with no

companion but the very smoke that

drowned you. Fearing solitude, grasp and

hold onto it, as on it your life

depends. Out the crevice between the

floor and wall, the very smoke that killed

you, befriend. Open your bright eyes and

recognise me here, but all you see for

miles is a dead, barren wasteland, the

remnants of this daydream world. The smoke

seeps in, slipping under and around

until it's in you, contaminating

your skin; it lingers and won't let go.

It billows, engulfing this daydream world.