Dreaming of the ClassicsA Poem by Kathryn ParkerI always look through the glass, trying to find the White Rabbit. The cat’s smile on my face will pass, as I toke on the catepillar’s habit. The raven calls my name, the telltale hearts keeps beating. I toke another Amontillado cask, the same Bleak and bleary beak keeps tweeting. The ghosts of my past, Keep rapping at the door, But with each toke, I feel faint fast And am greeted the floor. My heart of darkness is rapidly quieting, As I breathed in my last toke, No reason to keep fighting, And no reason to be woke. © 2019 Kathryn ParkerReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 16, 2019 Last Updated on October 16, 2019 Tags: poetry; classic literature AuthorKathryn ParkerIndianapolis, INAboutBeen writing since the age of 14; published dozens of poetry and short stories online and two books via lulu.com. Living in Indiana with my husband, two guinea pigs, and cat, Winnie. more.. |