The sorrow that has kept me locked up.
The fear of the outside world.
I stay in my shell.
To run to when I feel weak.
The deathly pain the consumes my soul.
The force field that contains me.
To hide to when I cannot take it no more.
My made up universe is my home.
When I want everything to end.
To hide all by myself.
My “safe haven”
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Hey suas26, love the line about your universe. The idea that you created it and reside only there allows for paradox of “hiding” all by yourself an even greater sense of lonesomeness. I can appreciate the idea in that I think we all have a universe that no one is every really allowed into and while we are in face of others, there is a part of us that sits still in that place waiting for the interaction to end.
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This is very beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.