Under my bed,
Hidden within the depths of the sea ,
Something is pulling me under
And I cannot breathe
It isn't as if I am drowning
But as if I am fighting to stay alive
My cries of help are ignored ,
No one is affected by my screams,
It is then I wonder ,
Can anyone listen to me?
Surrounded by my walls
The sinister water weakens my lungs
No longer can I scream
I dive further more ,
Pulled by vines of want ,
The world is crumbling
And my head is spinning ,
Help won't come ,
I can't be saved,
And so I stopped fighting
But even if I had a choice,
Would I save myself?
The answer remains unknown .
Maybe , remaining underwater is better than to be tormented by the animals on land
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A/N : Under my bed remains to be the most 'quirkiest' poem I have ever written in my opinion.
This was something I felt momentarily .
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
