No-man's-land
There she is
Lying on the ground
Hoping not to be found
The dark, making the crowded room seem so big
That well she always wanted to dig
And when she touches the wall with her hand
She realises that this is no-man's-land
YOU ARE READING
No mind control ~ poetry
PoetryPoetry written by me. We al have our hard days and than word can help us a lot. So This is going to contain my 13 pm thoughts.🪐 ~ I'm a poppy that closed before it was plucked🥀
