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Oct 2015
I stare into the well,
                                          Not feeling very well,
                                              Grabbing the vine,
                                                        Her­e I climb,
                                                               The vine snaps,
                                                          ­         cracks, and makes me trapped,
                                                        ­                      Oh just if,
                                          I could possibly fly,
                                Fly myself out of this dungeon,
                                    I have nothing to defend myself with,
                                                     If I find myself out of this maze,
                                    Press the replay button,
            On my life's screen,
the tears run from my eyes,
if they are even afraid of me,
oh how i try so very hard,
if Possibly,
just possibly,
I could possibly just fly.
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