Air.
That's all I could feel.
Lots of it, all around me.
Enough to breathe, and more than enough to live in.
This is what I dreamed of, what I always wanted.
But now,
no,
it doesn't feel comfortable.
So much air,
so open,
I feel like I am drowning in it.
I don't like it, I feel danger.
I feel like I could be attacked,
assaulted.
It's like hanging from the sky,
Naked.
Just hanging there to be seen.
And it feels so damn uncomfortable.
Now the only thing I cave is a small space.
Not a room,
not a stage,
just a small space.
Like under my desk,
in the shower,
or in the cupboard or the drawer.
A small place, just for me.
One where no one can come invading it.
One where I don't have to listen to others.
All I want is a space,
where I can stay in peace,
in peace with my thoughts...
Maybe like...a coffin?
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Fantasy
PoezjaThis book contains all the poems (and a few short stories) I've written and am writing, hope y'all like them! :)
