RedRavenPoems

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Call Me Mad (Hatter )

Everything is falling apart

Soon it will be just me in the dark.

Dreams have been shattered

Body left broken and battered

Mind has gone scattered

Insane, like the mad hatter

But really in the end, does it even matter?

Health has fallen into decay

Body left in a state of disarray

Misery and anguish enter the fray

It’s too much to hope they stay away.

But again, does it ever matter?

Wallet so empty it echoes

Stomach the same, it rumbles and groans

Letting me know im not alone

That in the end I shall atone

Yet still, does it matter?

I’ve gone insane, call me the Mad Hatter



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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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