Picture Frame
A Poem About a Rather Strange Feeling
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I would often imagine myself walking through a picture frame and that always made me appreciate my surroundings so much more; it was like it was special that I was there.
Now I feel like I’m trapped in that picture frame and I have no way out and I’m suffocating. Every moment I spend in here the oxygen is being pulled from the air and I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe.
There’s less space by the second.
I can hear something beckon...
I feel like I can’t even move.
I know I won't be able to choose.
My fate it's slipping away
If I’m not careful I’ll morph into someone else.
Is this really my fate?
I can't handle this state.
I would often imagine myself walking through a picture frame... I’d fall in love with all my days.
Now I’m still in the picture frame, feeling ashamed, I can't remember my last name and lately, I've been slipping away but I can tell you I will reclaim.
I'll run away.
Unashamed.
It’s the end of my days.
About the Creator
Clara O'Sullivan
Hey, my name is Clara :)
I love to write and I could write about how much I love to write but that would be too much writing 😂
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