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This summer I went to wonderland, or rather it came to me.


It whispered my name; Come!, It declared beckoning with glee.

 

I thought a land with such a name would be truly filled with wonder.


But all it left me with, was wondering, on and on I did blunder.

 

Through and through I kept wandering, unknowing of the flow of time.


Besides my warped thoughts the world was a quiet mime.

 

Seemingly mocking my every which twist and turn.


Knowing that I would find nothing and soon would give up, sit down, and burn.

 

Eureka! I found it! Victory was mine! 


Though my way out of this confusion, unannounced to me, would follow with a fine.

 

In retrospect I often ponder If I would have taken this way out;
if I had known before the price I would pay.


In its own unique way ;
it had blinded me yet opened my sights without a doubt.

 

There I went on my weary way down this hole that promised me a new beginning.


It followed through, and something did begin; but i was deceived and began thinning.

 

When I was reduced to skin and bones and my heart was weighing me down,
The hole gave me another way out, a way for my emotions to drown.

 

So I did what it told me and removed my heart 


Finally free of my feelings, we were a world apart.

 

Soon I became frightened with my inability to feel.


Back I went to the hole for answers telling it this time the remedy better be real.

 

Smiling with a face that made me shudder and become quite chilled.


He whispered a remedy that rang with terror but with which it was quite thrilled.

 

In hesitation consequence ran through my mind. 


If I had only once listened 


When my eyes began to glisten


To the little part of me that I rarely ever find.

 

Never mind I whispered, with fear and anger, I did what I was told.


My skinned turned a rush of red, but for once I felt like gold.

 

I was in control and or at this time I thought


But I was hand in hand with a demon that I had already fought.

 

This time he promised he was my friend,


But I was still broken and this remedy did not mend.

 

I soon realized that the demon was a ploy,


So I fought him with all I had and kicked him out with joy.

 

Short lived was this joy and I again began to sink,


Though I knew deep down I had to stop listening to the hole and for myself I must think.

 

Onward I travel on my own


Thankfully so


Continually telling the hole no


The demons lips are shut for they are forever sown.