Hidding from bad dreams,
and sleeping
underneeth the sea,
I hide from thee.
Tell me,
do you think I have a chance
to catch a break
if the wrong man wins?
On storm wrecked shore
each,
foamy wave
moves,
sand about my face.
In another
life
one shan't refuse.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dream-inside-a-bubble-where-i-live/
