Magic Sphere

• Atchaya Suganthan
• Poetry
• 2019

Magic Sphere of clear

Strangers marching around

In my vision of the future

My eyes filled with fear



Fear rising each hour and day

No place to escape to

Strangers with mild weapons

Shooting at me.



Eroding away,

I find torment from this magic sphere

I succumb to this mind maker-

Known as the Magic 8- Ball!