My bed of woodland creatures,
Is filled with joy and beauty,
To the eye it seems perfect,
I seem perfect,
Nestled within the silk sheets,
Nudged by fluffy pets of sunshine,
Look deeper my darling,
You'll spot me frozen,
Unable to speak of my fear,
For one wrong twitch,
The bed will rock,
And I will tumble into shards of ice,
Look even deeper my darling,
And you'll notice that the girl on the bed is a clone,
The real me is metres below,
Drowning,
My hand is outstretched,
Clawing for freedom,
But it is like catching smoke,
Look incredibly deeper my darling,
You'll discover my vacant expression,
Captured in a silent scream,
You'll feel my struggle for air,
And the frosty bitterness that pierces my cracked skin,
Yet the smiling girl on the bed,
Is all most see.
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
