Poetry a Day, a Week, a Month

Warped Wonderland

Note: I wrote this with my friend Gwen, she is amazing!

A bright darkness surrounds you and clouds any judgment you may have already had

 Any control you might have owned was stripped away as you fall into fears iron grasp 

 False voices are loud, imagination vivid enough to be seen and heard only by you 

 It's a land of horrid make-believe, a dark wonderland come to life 

 Only there's no Cheshire cat, there's no mad hatter, and you're not Alice

 Even though it's just as mad where you currently dwell

 Thoughts race past and you can't tell if the sounds you hear are real 

 If the people are real

 It's a long, dark, downward spiral as you fall deeper into the rabbit hole

 Nothing can save you but a handful of pills 

 But those aren't even enough, the illusions grating on your sense of reality

 Your the queen of hearts and the only head you don't have is yours

 Perhaps tea with the March hair will ease some nerves

 Or painting the white roses red

 Your world has been traded for something unknown

 And as you wander through the gray paths of wonderland alone

You know Alice will never be there to save you