My Bubble

I'm in my bubble, my window

I see the world for what it is.

I hope my bubble doesn't burst.

As warmth and love resides

To quench my thirst.

Fragile is my world

Protected by the outside

By clear walls of thoughts.

I'm comfortable in my bubble

My humour stored within

As I look onto sadness....

"Not for Sale

Are my thoughts!"

For all it takes is one prick 

To burst your bubble!

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed we emotional 'artists' live on the edge of darkness Andrew. Well expressed in verse.

[andrew mitchell]

All about balance lol