Find a spot,
Where?
Buried deep
Crawl inside
No need to weep.
Throw a switch
Time to forget
Re-arrange the schedule
No worry, no fret.
Rare!
Think of a place.
Go!
Somewhere grand
Just pretend
Nowhere land.
It’s quite easy
When you know the drill
Try to relax
Then pop a pill
So?
Turn off reality
Time to dream
No one will hear
When you start to scream.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | December 3, 2008 - 13:21
Quite chilling this, Val. Looks fine to me in this format, but it is frustrating when you can't set it out just as you want to. I'm hopeless at all that stuff:-) Good poem, something a bit different.
Tina x
Bradene | December 3, 2008 - 15:05
It was frustrating to try to get the indents to stay, never mind, as you say it doesn't look too bad but it read better the way I wanted it. Happy you liked it though. Val x