I will not trade
my serenity for
madness.
This sadness only
lasts a little while.
I don't want to be
in Wonderland anymore.
Everyone is crazy.
whichever way I
turn, left or right,
it's lunacy.
I deal in reality now.
I won't play croquet with
the queen, no matter
how much she smiles.
The game is fixed, and I
know it.
The deck is stacked.
The cards are laid,
and I see the
spade behind
her eyes.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
This gave me the spooks, I wasn't expecting the last line. Wonderful.
Thanks, Teddy.
Good one Thomas.
I play croquet and it is not the posh gentile sport that many people think it is.
Andy
lol, thanks
Good write T. You seeing?!
Thank you.
Love this. I can relate to a lot of it. The madness and the game is fixed. So much crammed in to this. 🙂
Thanks Tom
Hard to deal with someone when they rule the end result
Bring back your escaping stallion... loving your poems bud
Thank you John for all the kind reviews.
We call it recovery in my game .. but then what do I know, I'm just an old clinical specialist in adult psychiatry & substance misuse ..
Neville
I hear you. 1 year sober yesterday. Thanks mate.
Many congratulations Tom I know it aint easy .. Neville
Thanks, mate.
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