When your in the house that goes up in smoke
And you can't see the outside world
And you feel it is
Trapping you inside
Seek help from those on the outside.
Not those also in the burning house
There's no escape if you both don't know the exit.
The glass is always clearer on the outside.
- G
YOU ARE READING
Train rides and oceans
PoezieA poetry book: heartbreak, love, healing, growth, time. A tale of my life In short story like poems A shift in my focus Rebalance - G
