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Alex in wonderland
Down through the rabbit hole,
The last call, the last time
Id ever hear her voice
The time had come
She'd made her choice
Pull the plug, yank the tube
She's ready to go
Say goodbye
And I love you too
Deeper past the tiny shelves,
Two weeks has passed
In two weeks late
Not joyous or happy
Driving down the interstate
To tell him the news,
At one in the morning
Because I couldn't wait
Empty jar of marmalade,
There's a car at his house
Parked right next to his
In my spot, but not mine
There's a pair of ripped skinny jeans
Strewn across the passenger side
The beat quickens my heart races
The world is spinning around me
As my stride paces
Sticks and leaves at the bottom,
I mouse around the corner
I tiptoe to his sill
I hear the sound of a voice
It's high pitched and shrill
It lowers into a sigh
A laugh, that's not mine
Drowning in a pool of my own tears,
I call him, I announce my presence
Here we are
The moment I've dreaded
His face pressed against mine
angry words
Turning time
I've lost it
This is the end
Nothing will ever mend
The caucus race,
I speed home
Racing like a charging hawk
Think about what's to come
Remember I'm the mouse
Remember the last talk
Remember the last talk
Remember the last talk
I am the mouse he was the hawk
I'd got it all wrong
But the pills are now gone
Swallowed its too late
Still running in his race
Go fetch my gloves and fan,
I'm in a building
That was never my own
The nurses they check me
Take my blood
I'm in no zone
I am no one
I am nothing
I am a name on a chalkboard
Outside of a room
Drink me
I fell for the same tricks again
I am lost, not found
I am unrequited love
Forever bound
I walk alone
Skin and bone
I am all the muscles that make me
Sewn together with good intentions
Stitched loosely like the fabric
Of my life
Being torn apart
Being rifled with strife
Into wonderland
I seek help
I know I need
Everything I can get
drink it in, let it wet my lips
So dry and parched
Like my lungs screaming
Sound of nothing
White noise streaming
Over the loudspeakers
In my head
With these pills
At least I won't end up dead
How fitting it seem
That when I left
My head was messed
And Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Lay open on my desk
The last call, the last time
Id ever hear her voice
The time had come
She'd made her choice
Pull the plug, yank the tube
She's ready to go
Say goodbye
And I love you too
Deeper past the tiny shelves,
Two weeks has passed
In two weeks late
Not joyous or happy
Driving down the interstate
To tell him the news,
At one in the morning
Because I couldn't wait
Empty jar of marmalade,
There's a car at his house
Parked right next to his
In my spot, but not mine
There's a pair of ripped skinny jeans
Strewn across the passenger side
The beat quickens my heart races
The world is spinning around me
As my stride paces
Sticks and leaves at the bottom,
I mouse around the corner
I tiptoe to his sill
I hear the sound of a voice
It's high pitched and shrill
It lowers into a sigh
A laugh, that's not mine
Drowning in a pool of my own tears,
I call him, I announce my presence
Here we are
The moment I've dreaded
His face pressed against mine
angry words
Turning time
I've lost it
This is the end
Nothing will ever mend
The caucus race,
I speed home
Racing like a charging hawk
Think about what's to come
Remember I'm the mouse
Remember the last talk
Remember the last talk
Remember the last talk
I am the mouse he was the hawk
I'd got it all wrong
But the pills are now gone
Swallowed its too late
Still running in his race
Go fetch my gloves and fan,
I'm in a building
That was never my own
The nurses they check me
Take my blood
I'm in no zone
I am no one
I am nothing
I am a name on a chalkboard
Outside of a room
Drink me
I fell for the same tricks again
I am lost, not found
I am unrequited love
Forever bound
I walk alone
Skin and bone
I am all the muscles that make me
Sewn together with good intentions
Stitched loosely like the fabric
Of my life
Being torn apart
Being rifled with strife
Into wonderland
I seek help
I know I need
Everything I can get
drink it in, let it wet my lips
So dry and parched
Like my lungs screaming
Sound of nothing
White noise streaming
Over the loudspeakers
In my head
With these pills
At least I won't end up dead
How fitting it seem
That when I left
My head was messed
And Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Lay open on my desk
Published 19th Oct 2017
| Edited 20th Oct 2017
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20th Oct 2017 5:47pm
A fresh take on alice in wonderland. Very poignant. The narrative gripped me throughout the whole read, start to finish. Thanks for sharing :)
22nd Oct 2017 4:19am
22nd Oct 2017 5:51am
My heart goes out to you. You did a fine job expressing yourself in this poem.
20th Oct 2017 7:19pm
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23rd Oct 2017 11:37am
It’s always nice to see a fresh face with fresh ink welcome to DUP as well
This was a good write as well 😊
This was a good write as well 😊
3rd Nov 2017 2:56am
The problem with lengthy poems is that there's always the tendency to be boring in the middle. Not always the case though, like in this one. Actually it's the opposite. Gets really interesting as the poem goes on. Good one, as always.
14th Nov 2017 6:44pm
I love this write.so much pain, emotion pulling in both directions.it's raw. there's fight here yet.
if you ever want to talk or chat i'm on in the underground a good bit.
great poem Alxh07 and thanks for sharing that part of you.
"I am all the muscles that make me
Sewn together with good intentions
Stitched loosely like the fabric
Of my life
Being torn apart
Being rifled with strife "
good personal twist on Alice in wonderland
check this out if you find the time:
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/10/08/down-the-rabbit-hole/
