just like Alice, in a deep dark hole
down I tumble but land on my feet
the only thing injured was my soul
my will got bent but it didn't break
scratches from roots of so many trees
it's damp from soil left long unturned
and cold without my strong beliefs
how'd I get here, what happened to me?
I fixed your life but mine got lost
you said there would still be room
how much space and at what cost?
the helping hand that I received
that helped me up back on my feet
asked for nothing in return
but showed the ways of your deceit
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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