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Mad Wonderland
*for the Alice in Wonderland competition
I fell through the hole of your intentions
where everything was upside down
and I was never quite the right size,
yet you insisted on keeping me
bottled up and locked away.
Cheshire smiling at my misfortune,
entertained to ease his pain
and try to cause me guilt
for not paying enough attention.
His whispers point me in the wrong direction
and cause me to doubt
all that led me here to begin with.
He was of course successful,
considering he was all the sense
this mad world held.
Especially considering
my own white rabbit kept running,
calling out for Maryanne,
who'd obviously been in his cottage
a time or two.
All the while he asked my ring size
and sent me cards
claiming to be the King of Hearts,
when he was the Knave all along.
Still, we played our games,
though the pieces constantly changed
their places on the board,
so we never had a hope of winning.
Finally I faced the beast,
heart pounding,
tears pouring.
I let go my fears
and stopped myself from seeing
only the reflections I wanted to see.
I stepped through back to home,
the mirror shattering behind me,
and I haven't looked back.
...well hardly...
I fell through the hole of your intentions
where everything was upside down
and I was never quite the right size,
yet you insisted on keeping me
bottled up and locked away.
Cheshire smiling at my misfortune,
entertained to ease his pain
and try to cause me guilt
for not paying enough attention.
His whispers point me in the wrong direction
and cause me to doubt
all that led me here to begin with.
He was of course successful,
considering he was all the sense
this mad world held.
Especially considering
my own white rabbit kept running,
calling out for Maryanne,
who'd obviously been in his cottage
a time or two.
All the while he asked my ring size
and sent me cards
claiming to be the King of Hearts,
when he was the Knave all along.
Still, we played our games,
though the pieces constantly changed
their places on the board,
so we never had a hope of winning.
Finally I faced the beast,
heart pounding,
tears pouring.
I let go my fears
and stopped myself from seeing
only the reflections I wanted to see.
I stepped through back to home,
the mirror shattering behind me,
and I haven't looked back.
...well hardly...
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