Dear Alice,
It seems like only a moment
Since you left.
Though, who really knows just how long it's been
For you
And your strange timescale.
Are you even still
Alive?
---
Dear Alice,
You were such a
Pretty thing.
Smart
Impudent
Quite a nuisance, really
Now that we think of it.
Traipsing around our world
Declaring our laws ridiculous.
We wonder if you still think so.
---
Dear Alice,
Apologizes for our harsh words
Sometimes we forget
Let the tongue slip
Please, little girl
Forgive us our follies
As we have forgiven yours.
Of course, that begs the question
Are you still a little girl?
We think not.
---
Dear Alice,
Time has moved fast for you
Too fast.
I suppose you never realized
The gift you had been given,
Quite by accident,
Until it was too late.
---
Dear Alice,
Do you understand now?
Madness is not a thing
Confined to our world
Madness seeps out into yours.
Twisted
Dark
Ugly
Imprisoning those living there
Trapped there.
Consuming the dreamers
The believers
The hopeful
The innocent
And crushing them
Into blackened uniformity
---
Dear Alice,
You say our world is strange
Cruel
Nonsensical.
But it seems you have never
Looked at yours.
---
Dear Alice,
You are the stuff
Of stars.
So no wonder
You will die.
---
Dear Alice
You dream of
Us.
You long for
Us.
Every day, you beg for
Us.
But Darling
I fear it's too late
You are no longer
Quite as curious
As before.
---
---
You see,
Don't you?
Wonderland is
A place of madness
And nightmares
And paradise.
It stole a price
Of you,
Alice.
Showed you that your world
Could be so much
More.
And now you long for it.
You don't want to live without it.
---
---
---
---
But Wonderland is gone
It won't come back.
So it seems you must suffer
Alone in your world of sameness
Slowly going mad
As all dreamers must.
Until you die
Alone
Helpless
Insane
Broken
Knowing that your life
Could have been so much more.
---
---
Poor Alice
Poor, poor Alice.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
