Lost in transition

I am a traveler, carrying with me a bag of burdens.

My eyes covered by sunglasses of sin.

I escape my pain with the false joy of temporary highs; just to find myself crashing harder than my last time.

Deeper I fall into this rabbit hole.

Best friends with the mad hatter and the Cheshire cat; I know I will never find my way home.
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Thank you for reading my poem.