"The little girl could not sleep, for her thoughts where way to deep. The little girl, gone for a stroll, had fallen down the rabbit hole..."

Further and further, the girl screamed as she fell, till she finally landed, in what appeared to be the bottom of a well.

the little girl, clutching her shall, felt along the muddy wall. Keeping calm, occupied by her thoughts, found a door, of course, its locked.

No. She did not kick, she did not cry, for her mind led her to wonder why..

Why is it locked?
What things lay inside?
Is it a way out?
Is it where the wild things hide?

Feeling her hair, she felt for a pin.

In it went, jiggling the lock, till it let her in.

So, if your mind runs wild too, be wary where it wanders too, for the hole is still here today, and is where the now not so little me plays....

In the beginning
You made me so happy
but now all I'm feeling is sadness

I'm sad
I ever met you

Now all I feel is blue

When we first met
The sky was red

In the end
You became
what makes me sad

my cup was always half empty
and yearned to be filled
by someone who would stay
other boys filled it up
but always tended to get thirsty
and drank me
until there wasn’t a drop left
i was left bone dry
to slowly fill myself
back up
and up
and up
and up

but then you came
and poured
and poured
and poured
until my cup over-flowed

You are a risk,
      a mystery,
    and the most
certain thing I've ever known.
                                                                                             Jon York   2019

Listen closely now,
   for I am here, I have
   been, and will remain:
     You do not need to
       carry this alone.
I will not offer a dozen
promises, I will not wish
        your past away,
      I will only tell you
  that no matter who runs
       I
   will stay.
                                                                                          Jon York   2019