Mad hatter days By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
As day surrenders to night,
My thoughts be ablaze.
Burning image of your face.
A haunting melody,
It ceaselessly plays.
All in slow-motion,
I chug down the potion,
Becoming numb to emotion,
Possessing only one notion.
These are the mad hatter days.
Oh, angel of wings!
Yes, giver off light!
You lifted me high,
Just to say your goodbyes...
Now watch me tumble,
Aimlessly I stumble.
To the ground I crumble,
Though abused, yet humble.
These are the mad hatter days.
Had I known of your ways,
Before I dismayed,
Far I would have stayed.
But to this toxic now enslaved.
"Tic, toc",
"Tic, toc".
Oh, why?! You clock!
You incessantindication,
That time will not stop!
These are the mad hatter days.
Incontestably bizzare,
I've gone much too far.
Too many years of this tar.
But hell, what's one more cigar.
"Tap, tap",
"Tap, tap".
What is this that I hear?
This continual tapping far and near.
These are the mad hatter days.
Perhaps, if I only held my tongue.
For my words,
They weigh a ton.
Yet losing is never fun,
And from the truth liars run.
"Knock, knock",
"Knock, knock".
Hark, knocking on my door.
Not much, I perceive.
As I peer from the floor.
These are the mad hatter days.
"Knock, knock",
"Knock, knock".
Certainly, fellow visitor.
Well have you no feet?
Furthermore, we are closed.
For the world be asleep.
I spoke through the door,
Yet I spoke to the door.
For as Iopen to see,
Not a soul but me...
These are the mad hatter days.
I'm derailed!
I say.
For what is, is not.
And what is not is all the same!
My heart be slain,
And my mind is muddled.
I'm past the insane.
My life is all rubbled.
And you're the reason why I'm troubled...
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