Off the Wagon
5 mi. away from Mount. Mental,
Take a left on Anxiety Avenue.
Stare into space and dream for the great,
But there's nothing left to view.
Panic Palace is up ahead,
Lost in the Forest of Fear.
Fell off the scrappy, old wagon,
Everything good has disappeared.
Fury Farm has acquired a new worker,
Though Delusion Driveway looks packed.
All the thoughts and myths come swooping,
Constantly being attacked.
St. Stress is a no through road,
Cave Concern has collapsed.
Can't seem to spot an escape,
All this has happened since the relapse.
Copyright © Writing Muse | Year Posted 2023
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