In a world of Chaos, lost and alone
a soul wanders searching for home
a heart adrift, longing to belong
yet feeling like an outsider all along.
In a sea of strangers a lone figure stands
Searching connection, reaching out hands,
but the world is vast and the path is unclear
as the lost soul struggles to find their sphere.
Yet deep within, a flicker of Hope,
guiding them onward an helping them cope,
so fear not,wanderer,for your not alone
in this mad world you'll find a place to call home.

The year was nineteen-forty-four
And the date was the sixth of June.
As time went by, death knocked on the door
Of John and his mates, who would meet death soon.
All the rain and sound he pushed,
To the very back of his mind
And thought of all the people he knew -
He just wanted to to remain alive.
Home was where he longed to be:
A warm safe bed, and endless tea.
John’s birthday just so happened to be
The reverse of Day-hyphen-D.
He bravely died on his twentieth birthday
Covered in blood, in tremendous pain.

The details of you have blurred
over the years since you've been gone,
but how I miss you still has sharp edges

that cut the ribbons of my memories,
laying them bare and exposed
against all of this night of your absence.

I’ll keep trying to patch the ribbons together
into something beautiful so I can remember you
only as daylight, and the jagged loss hopefully,
with patience, no longer cuts when I visit you.

While strolling down this grassy lane
at a lovely slow meandering pace,
when who should I spot, but a brown Rabbit
decked out in tails, I then gave mad chase...

In his tux, dogging obstacles,
closely I followed, eager to catch him.
I was near, but he vanished down a hole
on his heels, standing at the holes brim

Without thought, I threw myself in.
Down, down, down, down I was ever falling,
hitting the ground upside down with a thump
Rabbit to my right, I began calling