A glass only reflects the one looking in it
Following you
down the rabbit’s hole
and I’m Alice
tumbling
falling again
through the words you speak
and your actions
most terrible
I watch you through a keyhole
and wonder
how can I follow you
with no cake
and no vial of bitter tears?
Squeeze through the smallest of doors
and I still follow your footprints
discarded ‘pon the shore
as you race ahead
time time
ticking
sidetracked
waylaid
by old loves
and new promises
but I stumble and manage to force my way through
past the forest of lies and regrets
following only your shadow
and the hint of a grin
into a garden of song and sunlight
but you’ve run ahead again
leave me there to ponder and recall
we used to have something more than pale reflections
and the hazy memories
framed with smoke and wings
I run
and there lies madness
pain and horror
a messed up man who used to know
but cannot remember you
or what that day was like
when we sat and toasted love with teacups filled
now looms the hedges of rose
bramble-strewn and tall
but I can hear your voice
closer than ever
close now
so very near
It urges me past the flocks of sombre moments
when winning was all you cared for
and even though it was a game
you called for the end
and I followed you
let you win
because I wanted to stay a little longer
at last I see you, surrounded by the house we built
and it begins to fall
tumble
like cards in wind
and the hearts are breaking
painting everything in demon red
the colour of your pride and my reactions
you play them
and she is a judge apon her throne
and you say she’s never looked more beautiful
than when she’s passing judgement
and finds me wanting
I wonder if I’ll wake from this nightmare
and when I do
will we be together once more?
will these changes never have occurred?
suddenly, though
I realise it’s far too late
this dream, this journey
this trek through time has changed me
and it’s no longer you at fault
it’s me
and I finally realise
Like Alice
It was always me
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That Which Doesn't Break Us Only Makes Us Hate Us
PoetryA series of small poems about many different things - relationships, hatred, love, hurt, pain and breaking up. It's not all sad, though - there is a bit of whimsy here and there, though sparse.
