Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
Inside my shell
All is well
Inside my shell
There is no hell
Inside my shell
My voices no longer yell
Inside my shell
Is safely where I dwell

But my shell cracked
It's all turned black
My shell is cracked
I'm flat on my back
My shell is cracked
I'm under attack
My shell is cracked
My knife it flashed
My shell is cracked
My blood just splashed
MY shell is cracked
My death is a fact
Pauline Morris
Written by
Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
1.0k
     MAXIMUS, Steve, Elizabeth Squires and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems