Rabid Candies

by kmedina6

January 23, 2014

Out it goes, from the ceiling to the floor

Unwary of the disguise, not here anymore

Culture in the air, ready for the near

Perplexity for the provisions- very much sincere

Now staring down, it’s never been so clear

Downfall of shadows, no more to fear

Forceful in existence, getting ready to veer

Among the foliage, numbness appears

Euphoric is the scent, slowly we revere

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (1)

kmedina6Jan 23, 2014

<p>I came up with this poem just for fun, I thought: "Why not share it?" Im not going to state what this poem is about, I want evey reader to have an open mind.</p>