Blank white
Snow white
Soft and light
As feathers
It sits so still
I stroke its
Blank white
Snow white
Fur
It sits so still
Just like a doll
It sits so still
It scares me
Falling
Falling away from me
Falling away from myself
Down a hall of mirrors
I close my eyes
With wind rushing past my ears
I open my eyes
To horrid
Blood-red eyes
Staring back at me
They are the blood-red eyes
Of my
White rabbit
Ticking clock
Dripping water
Unfamiliar sounds
Light escapes me
Alone in darkness
Glowing red eyes
Are all I see
But it was just a dream
I open my eyes again
To
Blank white
Snow white
Walls
Where is the rabbit
The beautiful
Blank white
Snow white
Rabbit
Maybe this is a Dream
My arms bound
In a strait jacket
Maybe not
Still inside
Blank white
Snow white
Walls
The rabbit appears
I follow
Still
Down the hall
Of mirrors
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
