Now's not the time
for sleep. Now's not the time
to be strong. Now's the time
to lay awake, eyes open
afraid of the dark.
Closing eyes only submit
to the depth within, hurt crawling
to escape, fear dripping
terror from bone to bone.
Death in front of my very eyes.
Rape torn from a helpless body.
Sorrow and pain drizzling like rain
from the sky above. It's not the time
to dream of unicorns and rainbows.
Instead, it is the hot blood, drops of red
cascading over my shoulder and down my spine.
The Jabberwocky come to life.
It said Drink Me and I did what I was told,
but it wasn't Wonderland that I was brought.
More of a hell than a heaven, Satan spawn
crawling up the walls of the cavern. Trapped.
I will never escape, this maze of a mind
that brings me no hope and no faith
only fear of the darkness that sits and swallows
me whole within.
Your references to Alice in Wonderland are well placed. I like how you describe pain, and how one can lose themselves in their head. I like this one a lot.
ReplyDeleteYour references to Alice in Wonderland are well placed. I like how you describe pain, and how one can lose themselves in their head. I like this one a lot.
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