The Tea Party (We’re All Mad Here)
“Really, now you ask me,” said Alice, very much confused. “I don’t think-“
“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Mad Hatter
Thoughts drift in despair
mind washes, wanders in melancholy madness
sadness, anxiety unchained
empty hollowness unsated.
All you know is what you need
when you call
the advice I give myself
does nothing at all.
Drives me into despised darkness
freezing rain pellets the night.
With you, I am lost
Can’t shake the delusion
even music won’t assuage the struggle
drugs don’t last long enough
to master monsters haunting my soul.
I should stop coming around.
If I fell down the rabbit hole, I doubt
you’d bother to catch me.
Rude of me not to save myself.
I am at best a diversion
a dangerous dalliance
I give in, thrice the fool, tweedledee
only myself to blame
You are no longer in the cards.
Shari Elizabeth Berk
March 6, 2014