Not My World
I paid my tithe, ten per cent of all I earned
Still, I was dragged through the wormhole
The ride smooth, my trial begins.
Bright lights beckoned, whispered voices warning
turn back if you can, for you the light holds danger.
A dark vial fell across my eyes
I could hear a rushing tide
Maybe I could swim my way out?
Chide by a strong male voice, “Just hold on,
a way out will show itself…”
My father’s voice helped me traverse the wormhole
My body fell on hard ground
I felt like Alice in Wonderland
As my eyes took in the scene around me
The sky changed colour each time I looked at it
Trees grew then disappeared
Birds with no wings, fish walking.
The wormhole vanished
I am no longer in my own world
My scream for help filled the air…
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