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Leone Thighbault Apr 2015
Hot and muggy the world seems to be
I stepped out a moment to smoke
Yet, gone is the air that keeps me cool
Gone is the world that I knew

I could've stayed in the world I once knew
There are whirring and purring things that take
         away my smoke from my smoke
But I could not stand that whirring and that purring
Not one second more could I stand them

So I stepped out and away into this surprising new world
It was loud out here as well as inside
But this was not the whirring and the purring
It was a magical little symphony of small living things

The heat makes me sweat and makes me sticky
In the light of my smoke I see moving shadows smaller than a thimble
The air has a taste quite unlike the one I know
Yet, somehow, I feel like I belong in this strange world
Leone Thighbault Apr 2015
It's dark, but not scary
The kind of dark that is comfortable
There is no evil here
Down the Rabbitt hole

I hear children's laughter
It sounds light and playful
How I long to laugh with them
Down the Rabbitt hole

But I am not a child anymore
So I can't go down and play
I have to stay up above and do what I must
Why do you taunt me, Rabbitt hole?

My blood boils
Why can't I go laugh and play?
Why do I have to do what I must?
I want to go down the Rabbitt hole

I close my eyes....will myself there
What's the harm in taking a peak?
The laughter is louder, but still I don't see them
And there....yes, there... the Rabbitt hole

But an obstacle stands in my way
Blocking my path
Keeping me to the things that I must
The Rabbitt stands, guarding his post

I try to sneak past but to no avail
I lie, quite deceitfully as deceit may go
I try to force my way through, but to the same
Why can't I go into the Rabbitt hole?

The Rabbitt stops me every time
Frustrated, I cry "Why won't you let me in?"
The Rabbitt stays still, says nothing at all
Not a glance, not a whisper he even heard me

" Those who have learned to lie,"
What a booming voice!
"...who have lost what makes them innocent,
those people do not belong in the Rabbitt hole"

A cry escapes me that I have not heard since I was small
I understand, I must do what I must.
So I turn my back on the Rabbitt hole
And go do what I must

The giggling grows louder, not softer as I walk
Confused, I turn.
A little figure peeks her head out.
"Do you want to play?" she giggles shyly.

"I can't go into the Rabbitt hole"
I look at her curiously. What a strange girl.
"That's okay, we can play out here."
I hadn't even thought of that....

"Okay."
This is one of my first poems that I ever wrote and I wanted to know someones opinion so if you like it please tell me:)

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