I see myself in the mirror.
Staring coldly back at me.
A scared forgotten ghost.
Is that who I'm supposed to be?
I touch the cold glass surface.
Is it me who's pushing back?
Keeping me trapped outside.
Maybe it's some magic that I lack.
A part of me still wonders.
If there is something past the glass.
The world promised in old stories.
Of white rabbits with regal class.
Perhaps I'm only dreaming.
Of a world with queens of hearts.
Of cats and madmen giggles,
In a universe apart.
Beyond my own reflection.
I know this to be true.
Lies a world filled with wonder.
That I'd like to share with you.
Lets chase that Mr. rabbit.
Through twisted branches and holes.
Let's satisfy curiosity.
That lingers in our souls.
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
