Am I Alice? Poem by Samantha Jo

Walk through these halls
Hands brush cold steel walls
Crumbling stone and falling rock
The fossil remains of a horses hock
No one remembers this place
Its written down in books
Dust devours ancient ruins
No one cares to look
Why here? Why now?
I happened to stumble
Down the rabbit hole.

I feel like Alice
In the story of old
A young teen girl
Stumbled and fell
She met the rabbit, the queen,
And the Mad Hatter so mean.
I spy a white rabbit
And think to myself....
Am I Alice, being rewritten
A story of old, so new
Am I Alice?