My Place in the World
In my dark cold basement
There is one safe place
In my room
Under my striped comforter and baby blue velvet blanket
I feel like a mouse in a house
Yet this is a different house
I feel like a kid
When you use to think that nobody could see you under your blankets
To me my blankets are my personal bubble that nobody can enter or pop
I can think about what ever is on my mind
Nobody can tell me what I am doing wrong
I can be anybody I want
Or just be me
If your looking for me
Under my blankets is where I’ll be
Administrator said,
November 13, 2005 @ 4:55 pm
I’m looking for focus, details, and a personal voice in poems.
It is focused on your special place under your blanket.
It has details.
It has voice.
If you want to push this farther, you can make it be about a specific time you were under your blanket.