Wonderland

Scribbling, scrawling, writing away

till darkness engulfs the mind

and as the light fades away

a new world you will find.

Creatures unnamed will dance around

till your brain begins to wear.

When you finally pass out,

the creatures will shout,

then stand near you and stare.

Some say you need to be as mad as a hatter

to survive this mystical land of your view,

but it is not so

and you should know

the very best people are too.

But soon the land disappears

along with all the creatures it would seem.

As you awake you begin to realize

it was all just a dream.

Reviews

[Eile MacIntyre]

Oooooooh. I love it! I really don't know what else to say. These types of poems, I can't help mysel but love 'em.