The Depths Of Reality Poem by Matthew Bennion

Tumbling down through the holes of reality
What was up is now down what is down is now up
Twisting turning round and round
Like following a rabbit through a hole
Trying to find my way back to the beginning
Solders marching as the queen stands and watches
Black with anger red with envy
It is amazing how quickly they notice something isn’t right
They come chasing me though the labyrinth
Running faster and faster
Almost like I’m two days slow
People smiling through the madness
Wondering when the end is till I emerge from this hole
I trip I fall deeper into the hole deeper into the mad
Tumbling down through the holes of insanity
Tumbling down farther through the holes of reality
Until finally I land
In a place of no existence
No one knows who I am
No one knows where I’m from
No one no not even me
The smiles all drift
The faces slowly disappear
The solders no longer march
Everything seems still
It’s an uneasy feeling wondering where I am.
Wondering who can I turn to?
Who can I trust?
The madness seemed to just stop
Laughingly I shrug and walk on
Knowing deep inside that there is no return to the madness I have just created
Nothing is really not mad
Nothing is really sane
As the darkness falls I find myself slowly starting to feel easy
Starting to embrace the darkness
Enjoy the insanity in my mind
Like the Mad Hatter
We are all a little mad maybe even bonkers
But some of the best people are