Longing to escape (Day 27)

Is it really you

Looking down at your shoes

With your heels

Flying off into the air

Like dortothy

From the Wizard of Oz,

Before laying across the table

With a half cut smile

And a sodium glow

From the nearby lamp

Clearly flickering

Fucking hell.

Was it really you

Stood in the rain

As I walked out

Of the station

Smiling at me

Like a ghost,

Before pulling up

Your hood

And a blue flame

Shot out of your mouth

With an almost

Dragon breath.

 Was it ever  really you

In this so called

endured happiness

Before the storm

That followed the rain

Wiped everything away

Or did you just bend over

To put everything away

Without really thinking

Like a abandoned martyr

With a imaginary car

Closing in behind,

Longing to escape.

(Day 27 off NaPoWriMo asked for 'Today, I challenge you to write a nursery rhyme or clapping rhyme. Most nursery and clapping rhymes have strong rhythms, use rhyme and repetition extensively, and aren’t overly concerned with makingsense. If you’re having trouble getting started, you might start with an existing nursery or clapping rhyme and play with its form, substituting words. Hopefully, this will make for a fun and easy way to end your work-week!'. Sadly this would have taken more time than possible during to work, so I wrote something totally different)