Knock knock,
“coming to get you”
quick,
under the bed,
behind the door,
in the cupboard.
Hide and seek,
wish it was a game
and not the life.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Knock knock,
“coming to get you”
quick,
under the bed,
behind the door,
in the cupboard.
Hide and seek,
wish it was a game
and not the life.
Holy chills!! I love this!!
As I continue reading your poetry, I am dazzled. Frazzled. Bamboozled. So much pain!