Down-The-Rabbit-Hole Poem by Deona Skidmore

paradoxical,
alice-down-the-rabbit-hole,
into a world of non-existence

you wrote me love poems and songs
put your head on my chest and cried,
declared a love so pure, it had to be the closest thing to God

What went wrong?
'Cause a year and three nights later,
You don't love me anymore.

You expect me to smile?
have you not seen?
The news is up, and it's borderline obscene.

I've got a bleeding heart,
Yeah you've got teary-eyes,
But darling, I've never seen you look so mean.
(January 13,2009)