An Interpretation of the Sub-Conscious
A shattered hole
A burning scar
A stumbling deer
on a frosty night.
A place to creep
Deep in the darkest atmosphere.
If I can hide, I will reside,
in a shining armour, glowing proud.
Invisible to those around,
but blinding inside.
Protection from the wilderness,
the haunts of old and new.
To re-awaken a fearsome pain,
announcing itself so loud.
-Lee-Ann, 20, Surrey