This poem emerged from a prompt from the Isolation Journals. The prompt was to write a 'bad poem'. Indeed, the definition of a bad poem varies. Some dislike too much rhyme, others may not like structure. As for me, I don't particularly like poems with no rhyme and hence, today, I am attempting to do exactly that. Furthermore, I'm writing about a particularly unpleasant evening a friend experienced...
Apparently the skies were bright purple
As if Willy Wonka embodied it
Like a blanket or an electron
Changing unseen, unchanging seen
Apparently, an ambulance was ringing
And never did it stop
Loud wails, direction unknown
It won't stop, it won't stop, please stop!
Apparently, faces turned to ash and crumbled
People transfigured into monsters
Depth was nil, flying not impossible
The self evaporated, body numb
Apparently, hands weren't trembling
Sweat wasn't trickling, glistening
Blood-shot eyes, tears of regret
Nightmarish dopamine release
Apparently, it was supposed to be heaven
An escape from reality
All it did was reaffirm it
She is back now, she is here again now...
The memory lingers and fades
Deep in slumber, never to be awoken, never again...