Rabbit Hole
Trapped in an ever decreasing maze,
Where every footstep erases the last,
Where dark and shadow obscure the light.
I dream of the sun, but feel only rain.
With all my hopes and dreams
Open for dissection,
I cling to the walls for protection
But even their solid support
Is an elaborate deception.
For every shallow smiling face
And every promise of warm embrace,
I fall, like Alice through the rabbit hole
And find circumstance beyond my control.
And my fragile needy soul
clamours for attention
and a welcome reception.
Finds nothing of the sort,
and falls short of redemption.
Rachel Bond
Mon 11th Apr 2011 21:51
'finds nothing of the sort
and falls short of redemption.'
life eh? liked this kenny :)