Alice's Reality Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

Teetering on the edge of the rabbit hole,
A choice to make, a path to stroll,
To jump right in, or to keep on fighting,
To embrace the darkness, or stay in the lightening.

The rabbit hole, a place of fear,
Of unwanted memories, and addiction near,
A place where the past self wants to reign,
And claim control over the present again.

The pull of the unknown, the thrill of the fall,
A chance to escape, to forget it all,
But the rabbit hole is a dark and lonely place,
Where the shadows lurk, and the demons pace.

In the rabbit hole, time stands still,
As you relive the past, and lose your will,
The memories haunt, the addiction consumes,
And the heartache lingers, like a darkening fume.

But still, the pull is strong, the temptation great,
To jump right in, and embrace your fate,
To surrender to the darkness, and let it take hold,
To forget the present, and relive the old.

Yet there is hope, a light that shines,
A way out of the rabbit hole, to leave it behind,
To stay on the edge, to fight the urge,
To resist the darkness, and break the surge.

For in the present, there is a chance,
To heal the wounds, to break the trance,
To face the pain, and let it go,
To find the light, and let it glow.

So teeter on the edge, but choose with care,
To jump or fight, to stay or dare,
For the rabbit hole is a dark and lonely place,
But the light of the present can shine on your face.