Under the Covers

These little things

I’m under the covers,

Comfortably hiding where no one sees me,

Too afraid to open my eyes, to see the world again.

Since yesterday, I’m a day older,

But there’s a child within me,

Who refuses to get out,

And face the ugliness of this world.

The skies are not blue to her – just vast space.

The leaves are not green – they are dead.

The mountains were made for her to fall;

The rivers, to drown.

She is haunted by the eyes of those,

Who claim they’d help.

With their pitiful smiles,

They unravel her.

Isolated, she seems.

But it’s not isolation that kills her.

It’s them.

It’s you.

It’s everyone, everywhere.

 

She is under the covers,

Comfortably hiding where no one sees her.

She won’t,

She can’t get out. 

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