I stand so still,
drowning in a pool,
no struggle,
not even a flinch.
I stand here, trapped
wishing I could leave,
but my body doesn't show a heave.
My hands don't twitch.
My posture doesn't switch,
but my mind screams loudly
Move!
YOU ARE READING
My Own Little World
PoetryA collection of poems I write when I'm bored. Anything from a doodle in class to a scribble after I've had a nightmare, these are my works. This is my little world.
