My hiding place....

by Miss Lovely   Sep 27, 2005


I sit in my hiding place,
so no one can see my face.
When I'm in my hiding place I feel secure,
I go there when life turns to a blur.
My hiding place changes every now and then,
But there's no telling of when.
I hide from things that scare me,
and that I can guarantee.
I hide away from things I need to ignore,
I hide from situations that make my head sore.
I hide because no one cares,
and problems no seem to come in pairs.
When I'm hiding, I hide from everything!
After all, what else would you use a hiding place for?

©Copyright Deanna Hill ® 2005

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  • 19 years ago

    by Pilar

    I loved the idea, very original. nice poem and very sad too.
    take care.
    adioS!
    pili. :)