I'M BACK FROM ZE DEAD! Not really, but it's certainly been a few months. I apologize and thank those of you who've waited patiently for this poem; homework takes up a lot of my time, and I try to give myself time to write when I can. But enough of my excuses! (they're not why you're reading this) Enjoy the short (but sweet) poem for Eliot March :D
Exactly how many years has it been since then?
Locked away for committing one of the only crimes;
Loneliness plaguing his every being.
Itching to break free, to feel mother nature against his skin.
Of course that's nothing more than a bad dream now;
Thanks to his savior, that mafia leader
Mad Hatter aside there's one he considers;
Alice (of course) will always be another.
Ruckess she creates while baking for him,
Carrot dishes, his all time favorite.
How can he think of eating just one?
I hope my poetry didn't get too rusty :P But since it's my writing I can't tell, so I leave it up to YOU to review and tell me how I'm doing (pretty please?) Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you in the next poem: Tweedle Dee and Dum :D
