Trigger: obscure reference to substance abuse/ pill overdose.
One pill makes you larger
Two pills makes you small
Some pills make you sometimes,
Not remember anything at all.
You drink whatever potion
The witch makes inside her pot
cross your fingers, say a prayer
That this cures what you've got.
I've lost count of how many,
I've swallowed with my daily tea
The hatter meanwhile laughing,
At the mess that I call me.
The cat is saying riddles
The mouse is sound asleep
And I go wandering in circles
I'm too confused to weep
How did I get into this mess
I've lost all track of time
And while I'm trying to process
The caterpillar says another rhyme.
Three pills take the pain away
Few more might make you 'well'
So how about you take them all
Oh Alice, doesn't that sound swell?
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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...
