Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
it isn't
fair
that my mind wont
feel
angry
it wont feel
happy
it wont feel
peace
it wont feel
sad

it isn't
fair
that all i want to do
is to
sleep;
to sleep in a
box
traced with
silk
that just so happens
to be
buried
six
feet
u
n
  d
   e
    r

ground
rebecca
Written by
rebecca  15/F/AR
(15/F/AR)   
  209
   Suzy Berlinsky
Please log in to view and add comments on poems