My Hideaway
i woke up this morning
waves breaking inside my head;
building up from far in back
crashing against my forehead.
the pounding of the rhythmic sea
and the pounding on my brain
together washed away all my thoughts
and all conception of time.
i need a place to hide away
to be all by myself.
a cottage on the ocean
not far away,
to protect me from myself.
a bungalow of arts and crafts
menageries here and there,
an expression of my microcosmic life
which few can understand.
and when i finally find who i am
i don’t think i will ever be...
lonely again
in need of a friend
who tries to understand me.
waves breaking inside my head;
building up from far in back
crashing against my forehead.
the pounding of the rhythmic sea
and the pounding on my brain
together washed away all my thoughts
and all conception of time.
i need a place to hide away
to be all by myself.
a cottage on the ocean
not far away,
to protect me from myself.
a bungalow of arts and crafts
menageries here and there,
an expression of my microcosmic life
which few can understand.
and when i finally find who i am
i don’t think i will ever be...
lonely again
in need of a friend
who tries to understand me.
This Poems Story
Being alone, having no friends, hiding from society, searching for one\'s self.
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