So many times now
I just want to run and hide.
The covers on the bed
Aren't enough to encompass
The depth of my intrusion.
It all becomes an illusion
As my stress
Explodes in my head.
Though my eyes are open wide
I am forever lost, somehow.
12/08/2008
Author's Note: ... an implosion poem.....
Posted on 12/08/2008Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
Hello Joe, This one feels like depression to me... (((( hugs))))) alisa ;-)
