(Untitled)

Roses rotting
on my wall
Humpty Dumpty
and his fall

in the future
lies the pit
from the poem
I had writ

who is the master?
who is the pet?
No one knows why,
things are set

What is the price
for which you'd sell your soul?
go ask Alice
for where is the rabbit hole.




- This was originally a very different poem, but it felt kind of clunky and repetitive to me, so I cut about half of it. Its untitled because the old title fit the part I cut. Once I decide if I like it this way, hopefully a fitting title will come to me. I'd love to hear feedback on it.