" Down the Rabbit Hole "
Nothing can stop this colorless feeling,
In both mind and body.
Empty words that pour from oblivion,
Into the unknown creases of life,
And down the rabbit hole,
In which I am buried.
Mind left wondering how,
Or when this has happened.
And as I stare,
At this blank ceiling above me.
Enclosed in this room of solitude.
I think of who I am,
And what I've become.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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