I have had enough,
of being Alice in Wonderland.
I’m lying in a field of poppy-patterned fabric,
surrounded by infinitesimal, little toys
that seem so worthless in my grown-up eyes –
O, how I hanker for real life,
For living, breathing, creatures that
lick my palm.
I have had enough;
it seems so magical, that I’m
so tall now and these things I used to love
I don’t anymore.
O for some actual poppies I can pat,
And feel the waxy petals underneath my flesh;
Trapped inside, where’s the taste of rain?
on my tongue; can I breathe in a dog’s shampooed
fur; when will I raise my head to the wind
and hear it whispering in my ear.
I stare lifelessly at the television as
images of fairies and cute monsters
flash! flicker, die off… in a whoosh
of pixels, leaving the screen, leaving
me - alone.
My nose is pressed to the window.
I am too big for this.
I did the third poem but I've gotten it wrong! Therefore I need to redo it D:
Wish me luck ._.