Trinkets

Souvenirs collected from races to rainbows

stored in a toy chest after broken

as the world keeps shrinking

because each trinket loses its magic

quicker than the one before.

 

Slowly sucked into an abyss

where everything collapses on top,

can’t turn up the volume

on the stereo in the head

loud enough to stop

that feeling off falling,

completely vanishing

down a rabbit hole like Alice In Wonderland

because it is filled with plastic truths and emptiness.

Then desperately clutching at a commercial break,

some new flash in thought to reveal a treasure

rich enough to end the reruns,

which keep making each night

another hollow shell with a ticking time bomb

just hoping it will explode

and end this misery

of ever probing beneath each façade

constantly seeing the truth

then living with the awareness

they aren’t the giants imagined

who could squish your problems.