We hide away.
No need to stay.
In the open there is hate.
Inside, you control your fate.
We lock the door.
Forever more.
To hide a soul.
Stress takes its toll.
In these walls,
Or hidden halls.
We wait and rest.
In the safety of our nest.
If you break the barrier,
Disease will spread to the new carrier.
We hide and cry,
Or we fight and die.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Samantha
PoetryThis is a book of poetry with no true theme. Some weave a story of guilt while others are simply meant to invoke pleasent feelings or memories
