A place

A place

A Poem by FugitiveBalloons

I just don't want to be here.
But yet,
It feels so comforting to hide away and
disappear.
Under my blankets and under my pillow,
A cave where I can hide.
A place where I don't exist.
A place where I can die.

© 2014 FugitiveBalloons


Author's Note

FugitiveBalloons
Okay to be honest this poem doesn't have a title, I just put something random at the title....I wrote after the poem when I got out of my 1:30 class. He's a shark in my nightmare. (look up what dreaming of sharks mean and you'll understand)

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It's a little depressing, but you can really feel the emotion. I like the part "Under my blankets and under my pillow/ A cave where I can hide". The reason I like it is because you compare this safe haven to a cave which is usually dark and dirty. I like it. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Agree with you, sometimes under the sheets is the best place to be , when there is nothing worth looking out for.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a sad write hre, i liked the last 4 lines. Very powerful. Well written write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's a little depressing, but you can really feel the emotion. I like the part "Under my blankets and under my pillow/ A cave where I can hide". The reason I like it is because you compare this safe haven to a cave which is usually dark and dirty. I like it. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 26, 2011
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