You lead me down this dimlit path,
White Rabbit I follow,
Through the razor blades and broken glass,
Though white,
your spirit remains unhallowed,
Tainted and unpure.
Why must I be the Alice in your twisted Wonderland?
Blindly following you,
Putting my heart in your hand.
You leave me crying and alone.
Hurting and almost dead.
But when I see you,
I smile so it isn't shown,
No matter how much I bled.
So dive deep into your hole, Rabbit.
You're tainted and obscure.
Or perhaps I'M the problem,
Maybe I AM too unpure?
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The Jonathan Ricketts Poetry Collection
PoesíaAn insight to my heart, mind, and soul. Please, feel free to give your opinion. I appreciate all feedback. I will update this somewhat often as I will continue to write.
