My Name is Alice
I wrote this almost 2 years, but am reposting because I feel much the same now, as I did then. I feel lost, like I’ve fallen down some sort of rabbit hole I can’t climb out of.
Down the rabbit hole I go
I’m late, I’m late
for a very important date
of which I have no plan to keep
because only darkness abides there
make me play croquet and drink tea
which I prefer iced
with a sane hatter
though they’re so few and far between
Will that particular caterpillar
ever become a butterfly?
Will what’s in that hookah
make all my troubles disappear?
Off with my head! Off with my head!
the only solution to stop all those crazy thoughts
from becoming things
my King of Hearts,
smile at me like a Cheshire Cat
and wake me from my slumber
there’s no judgment in your world
where you feed me tasty morsels
to make me feel (abby) normal again
lest I drown in my own tears