The Rabbit Hole Poem by Aimee Pruitt
The Rabbit Hole
Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare.
Falling eternal, a scream trapped deep within,
extending and reaching for a hand hold of any kind.
Screaming and moaning, the soundtrack of a tortured soul.
Horrific images dancing before crazed eyes.
Pure undiluted fear running through veins hardened by adrenaline.
Time has no meaning, no beginning and no end.
Birth, Life, Death all an illusion.
The unknown swallowing your spirit,
to be replayed again and again seamlessly.
Kind, any hand hold reaching and extending,
within deep trapped a scream. Eternal falling.
Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare.
Well that is pretty twisted. But I enjoyed it. You know, I like twisted poetry.
You have a way of using imagery, this is good! , Aimee! ..keep on writing..i am glad i was able to pass buy your site..take care Love, Meggie
I agree Jackson. Aimee has a way with the use of imagery that takes hold and won't let go, good poem. Disturbing though. The truth is often disturbing. If it is seen?
Woah. Good poem. That is disturbing. It is well said though, and there is a place for it. The world is mad, and sometimes I feel as though I have fallen down such a hole and am the rabbit in sheer distress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Definitely the antithesis of an Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole! The mental anguish is cogent - the imagery real. Rgds, Ivan