Peter Pan,
please bring your fairies
and take me away from this place,
where so many burdens are heaped on me to carry.
My knees have hit the hard floor,
I am unable to move anymore.
I long to be like you, to learn what it means to explore.
Your shadow you were able to defeat;
my shadow has grown too strong for me.
It threatens to overtake me,
to drown me in the darkness it excretes.
The answers I long for,
the comfort I need,
both of these have been hidden from me,
locked in a hidden drawer.
I pray for you to come and take my hand.
I promise I will be yours forever,
if you would only steal me away, to Neverland.


Not necessarily a bad thing, just a little different than what I was picturing when writing it. You took a very interesting spin on it, which is good. I like it. My favorite part is: