A World All My Own

September 2, 2013
I've made a world all my own
For lack of anything better to do.
Now I can't leave, you see,
For nothing can be made out of me.
I exist here, scribbling
A design of recurrent themes,
All useless, trapped inside the limits
Of four lovely walls.
It's easy to live here,
Preserved for years,
Existing and existing
Like a dead thing in a jar.
Tiny centureies pass by,
And one day I really could die,
And it would be a pity
To never know what was outside.
My world is no longer lovely,
No longer useful,
At least not to me.





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RainWashed This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 16, 2013 at 8:38 pm
A little while ago you asked a question about my poem labled "Painful Confession" and I wanted to answer you. It's about my father and I and how when I told him how I felt everything fell apart. It's ultimately about putting myself out there and having it blow up in my face.
 
RainWashed This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 30, 2013 at 12:33 pm
I really like this poem. I think the last line is so awesome! How this world used to be everything to you where every possibility could come true but in the end what you really created for yourself was a cage and you shackled your own wrists! I love it!
 
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