,Not as far
Down the rabbit hole I fall.
Just halfway between dark and light.
I can either crawl back up
Towards the light that shines
From the world above,
Or I can sink
Ever deeper now,
Towards that cold dark place
That holds familiarity.
I’m stuck here in between. .
I reach out a small purple hand.
It’s cold and frail,
I whisper to God above.
I whisper to God above.
I wait for signs,
But if I they come
Will I know what they mean?
I feel like I’ve lost
The ability to understand
Good from evil.
Like that apple in the tree.
It’s glossy red.
My mouth waters,
But I don’t want to eat alone.
I guess I’ll pray to make it through
one more day.
Until I find
The answers here
In Between.
