Alice

It’s quite particular, to think and see
and how we live with our uncertainty
Should I leave now, or am I here?
Is this a life of joy or fear?

It’s quite particular, that I stay
as if I’m dreaming my life away,
as if my pillow makes me see,
A new and different side of me

As I’m walking through the mirrors,
I start to realize all my fears
If in time over the years,
Will I drown from my own tears?

The checkered grass I’m walking on
will follow me as I move on
With queens and cats and roses red,
why would I choose to leave my bed?

Author's Note

its a mixture of Alice in wonderland and Alice looking through the looking glass.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

Alice in a state of schizophrenia almost.
Well thought out and well put together.
This would have been fun to have your audeince figure out the blend you used. Almost wish the author's note wasn't there.

[Moflo]

Very good poem, I really liked it. You have a great use of words and excellent flow here.

[Jim Parson]

This is fabulous...you are never a disappointment! Can I make one teeny tiny suggestion? Your stuff always flows so beautifully and is always perfectly lyrical, but the last line of the first stanza broke that perfect rhythm you always have. Might I suggest fitting another syllable in? Perhaps "Is this a life of joy or fear?" I'm the worst poet that ever existed, which is why I write horror short stories instead of poetry and you are the expert, it just flowed better for me when I read it out loud.