Welcome to my Horrorland, come see the scary sights,
of feelings in people's hearts, of thoughts in people's minds.
Welcome to my Horrorland, with scary sights to see,
of mutated souls and beings, of things not meant to be.
In this place you can see, past everything,
past everything skin deep, feelings and thoughts revealed.
You will see the truth, beneath every lie,
see past everything fake, and no one will ever wonder why.
All the horrible thoughts revealed, for one and all to see,
and the pure will be fine, but the rest left in misery.
I don't know, which I'll be,
I have a hope, so hear my plea.
A heavy feeling, upon my heart,
at times I've been, less than smart.
I'm not perfect, without a doubt,
too many things, in life to sort out.
Many wrong doings, I know I have,
no use to not admit that.
And as I see so many others, I begin to see myself...
and in my Horrorland I start to see, who I really am.
I close my eyes, I'm not sure I want know,
I won't look, so let me go.
And so I leave, without ever knowing,
and there'll be know returning, no back- going.
This may be a mistake, maybe my final one,
but I return, to a land of sun.

Sounds like the exiting out of a paradigm, only to return to it. The 'land of sun' will never be the same. What's "a land of sun" in the context you are using it? (Let me make a correction here. It's the exiting out of one frame of mind, into another, different one, and the return into the original ways.)

I'm Joey. Welcome to mind-brain. I'm a moderator on the poetry critique board. Feel free to drop by the introductions board, and say hello.

This is a poetry critique board in which you subject your poem to any and every opinion. This is a developmental area, in a way. I hope that you read the notes at the top that more or less give a better idea of what is happening on this board. Cruise over to the main poetry board and check out some of that, too. Feel free to ask any questions you might have.

Joey

cool poem...i like the poem...i like the idea...i have found myself in a place similar to what i think the poem is conveying...you starting to see some kind of reality and instead of embracing it...just turning and going the other way