I feel that I'm stuck in a snow globe.
Trapped in a hemisphere of things that frighten me.
I should think contentedly and be courteous.
But my fear is frozen with the cold.
The tune that plays through these plastic walls is a familiar one.
Like clockwork, a memory that runs through my veins.
An anthem I wish not to hear.
The snow globe continues to shake, people in awe.
The outside can look so perfect can't it?
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poetry from the soul ▪︎ wabi-sabi
PoesiaHi loves :) - These are various free-style poems that I write out of hopes for more serenity. Read as you wish ♡
