The teller of lies, you’d expect would feel this way.
As if you can no longer live and function the same every day.
Feeling as if you’d been torn asunder.
Drowned and forgotten, restless and furious.
Imagine, if you can,
That you are a child once again.
Still afraid of the dark,
And the monster in your closet and under your bed.
Imagine what it feels like then magnify it by ten,
And add into the mixture the thoughts of adults
The sadness of men.
Do you feel the way I am not supposed to feel?
Can you sense my growing anguish?
No, I suppose you can’t.
Why should a happy person like you understand?
What’s that you say?
You know a different kind of pain?
Do tell and play the evil game.
A story you say, a long one at that,
Is what you have to offer me--- the Cheshire Cat?
Let us hear this fine story, young girl,
Let us hear it!
And then all of Wonderland can fear it.
YOU ARE READING
Wonderland
ПоэзияA set of poetry based on the novel "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carrol and the video game "Alice: Madness Returns". These poems sometimes reflect my feelings/get angst-y, but I'll try not to do that.
