Spiraling, spiraling down into the abyss. The mad hatter knows no bliss. I find myself in its embrace far too often. That… darkness. One day I hope to light the way for not just others but myself as well. One day. The light will come.
The Mad Hatter
Down, down, down again
Down into the rabbit hole
Little Alice
Only hope you find not malice
There he is
A man of many hats
A land of talking cats
Falling, falling
Spiraling into the well
Falling now under the spell
That fatal flaw
That final tell
Missing the scent
And feeling spent
Is that where all the leaves went?
My Darling, do not fear
Even with the monsters near
Hold now, shed a tear?
Poems by Sam 