The Monsters meal

jacqueline | July 25, 2025, 5:58 a.m. Might be a poem

Finally happy but sad 

Can you believe it? 

It's a happy sad state 

can you relate. 

It's seeing, believing in your sight

But something just isn't right 

Or wrong, maybe?

I'll just listen to a song

Sing along 

and forget 

It's like walking through fog 

In a room you've been to before 

But the frame hasn't set 

You forgot to wear contacts 

Because your glasses are broken 

But at ease 

You see

What you want 

and dismiss the rest 

But then, someone will ask you 

about the size of the font 

You'll think it's a tease 

So, you smile and nod 

You poke and pretend 

Turn and tend to your hair 

pull a strand here and there 

Back into the fog

Comforting confusion 

where you can taste the air 

Hear the smell 

Now you're at a fair 

In line, you are standing 

Not sure if you're aware 

Or even there

But you continue 

Let the ambiance consume you 

You're a tasty snack 

Sprinkled with confusion 

Seasoned with dismay 

Grilled to perfection 

Walking right into misdirection 

But complacent and at peace 

There is no more fight 

No more battles 

Just washed away 

Submitting to the saddle 

A bobble head 

To say the least 

On your way to your monster's feast