She buried her face in books
so no one could see the
emptiness in her eyes
She filled her mind with
fictional fantasies
And hoped that one day
they would be real,
but because her head
was always stuck in a book
She never got the chance
to have adventures of her own
- m.k
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
