The Bitter Sweet

The uprising was uprooted

and upsized

and up done

and swirling

and teacupping

and I was hoping that I could be the Mad Hatter

because in the middle of this fatigue

I lost sight

and I couldn't find my way around the mazes and such

and I was beginning to get regrets on my fingers

and a face full of stagnant tears

and pedestals I thought I knew how to stand on