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Down The Rabbit Hole... A Poem!
Alice was a little girl
Who often felt alone.
Who cried herself to sleep at night
And never felt at home
Alice was a little girl
Whose mother just would not care
Who was never good enough for her
And invisible to that boys stare
Alice was a little girl
Who moved across the state
Who had never been so happy
And loved her new blank slate
Alice was a little girl
Who went to stay with Gran
Who was asked to come and party
Which is where it all began!
Alice was a little girl
Who was spiked with LSD
Who tripped out without knowing
And swore she’d never be.
Alice was a little girl
Who shortly went back home
Who got a little curious
And that scared her to the bone
Alice was a little girl
Who met a girl named Chris
Who gave her pills and things to smoke
And a new boy to kiss.
Alice was a little girl
Who thought she loved the boy
Who’d do anything for him
Though she was just his toy
Alice was a little girl
Who sold “ups” to little kids
Who was left all torn and tattered
And hurt by things he did
Alice was a little girl
Who ran away with Chris
Who was drugged and raped and beaten
And who’s life had gone amiss
Alice was a little girl
Who found her way back home
Who promptly ran away again
One last trip and she was gone
Alice was a little girl
Who didn’t know the date
Who gradually lost her mind
And knew no love, just hate
Alice was a little girl
Who just wanted her mum
Who walked right across her county
And confessed that she’d been dumb
Alice was a little girl
Who tried hard to get clean
Whose sanity would slip away
And show her things unseen
Alice was a little girl
Whose “friends” wanted her back
Who was spike again with LSD
And sent to see a “quack”
Alice was a little girl
Who got sent far away
Who didn’t like the “funny house”
And swore she was okay
Alice was a little girl
Who saw a little hope
Who got her life right back on track
And thought that she could cope
Alice was a little girl
Who’d just turned seventeen
Who had been to hell and beck
And everywhere in between
Alice was a little girl
Who grew up way too fast
Who never really saw the light
Such a life could never last
Alice died a little girl
And no one quite knows why
One day she was happy
By the next she’d said goodbye
Alice was a little girl
Who fell down the rabbit hole
But she didn't find her wonderland
Just morbid resolve.
[Inspired by the novel Go Ask Alice, author unknown, first published 1972]
Who often felt alone.
Who cried herself to sleep at night
And never felt at home
Alice was a little girl
Whose mother just would not care
Who was never good enough for her
And invisible to that boys stare
Alice was a little girl
Who moved across the state
Who had never been so happy
And loved her new blank slate
Alice was a little girl
Who went to stay with Gran
Who was asked to come and party
Which is where it all began!
Alice was a little girl
Who was spiked with LSD
Who tripped out without knowing
And swore she’d never be.
Alice was a little girl
Who shortly went back home
Who got a little curious
And that scared her to the bone
Alice was a little girl
Who met a girl named Chris
Who gave her pills and things to smoke
And a new boy to kiss.
Alice was a little girl
Who thought she loved the boy
Who’d do anything for him
Though she was just his toy
Alice was a little girl
Who sold “ups” to little kids
Who was left all torn and tattered
And hurt by things he did
Alice was a little girl
Who ran away with Chris
Who was drugged and raped and beaten
And who’s life had gone amiss
Alice was a little girl
Who found her way back home
Who promptly ran away again
One last trip and she was gone
Alice was a little girl
Who didn’t know the date
Who gradually lost her mind
And knew no love, just hate
Alice was a little girl
Who just wanted her mum
Who walked right across her county
And confessed that she’d been dumb
Alice was a little girl
Who tried hard to get clean
Whose sanity would slip away
And show her things unseen
Alice was a little girl
Whose “friends” wanted her back
Who was spike again with LSD
And sent to see a “quack”
Alice was a little girl
Who got sent far away
Who didn’t like the “funny house”
And swore she was okay
Alice was a little girl
Who saw a little hope
Who got her life right back on track
And thought that she could cope
Alice was a little girl
Who’d just turned seventeen
Who had been to hell and beck
And everywhere in between
Alice was a little girl
Who grew up way too fast
Who never really saw the light
Such a life could never last
Alice died a little girl
And no one quite knows why
One day she was happy
By the next she’d said goodbye
Alice was a little girl
Who fell down the rabbit hole
But she didn't find her wonderland
Just morbid resolve.
[Inspired by the novel Go Ask Alice, author unknown, first published 1972]
Ha! I Made Goodwin Cry!
"This is a fantastic and incredibly sad poem. Poignant is probably the more appropriate word. It’s a tragic tale about the inevitability of maturity and one child’s journey. Sadly, all children have to take this funhouse ride eventually, but it ends differently for each of them. I love this poem. You didn’t write it, did you? However, it’s so bleak, I’m almost choking up reading it. God! The part about the boy’s father tucking him in because he’s always there to do it – and soon after that it’s all school grades and smoking… wow!
I tuck my son in every single night and read him a bedtime story… reading something like this has really knocked me sideways. I’m going to have to go away and recover.
But, you know what, THAT’S WHAT POETRY IS MEANT TO DO!
Read something hilarious next time, would you? And share it with me, because you’ve put me in a mood!"
~ From my english teacher in response to the poem in the previous post!
xoxo
♥Aly
I tuck my son in every single night and read him a bedtime story… reading something like this has really knocked me sideways. I’m going to have to go away and recover.
But, you know what, THAT’S WHAT POETRY IS MEANT TO DO!
Read something hilarious next time, would you? And share it with me, because you’ve put me in a mood!"
~ From my english teacher in response to the poem in the previous post!
xoxo
♥Aly
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