Sitting in this room walls closing
in, feels like im trapped no one
can get in. More and more spiders
seem to come around, searching
for my knife as i slide across the
ground. Room is getting dark
sealing caving in. Losing my
mind as I feel a gust of wind
door flies open, lights been
on me, take a look around
and say what a bad dream...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked this one too! read some of my poem you might like them!