Places

Life is an open book,

But it worries me when people read mine.

They could remove the bookmark that I so carefully put there,

And if that happens, will I lose my place?

 

The world that we live in is constantly changing.

Spinning and turning, but never getting anywhere.

I wonder if the small planet we live on feels like me,

Trapped in a larger universe where no one can truly see.

 

I wish that I could go back to the beginning.

Where everything to be seen would be nothing,

And I could discover the simple conundrums unknown to me.






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LukeHemmingsisbae said...
Apr. 21, 2016 at 3:50 pm
omg i lava it.
 
poetrylover said...
Apr. 21, 2016 at 2:00 pm
This poem is great! I love the figurative language. I feel like this a lot – thanks for putting words to my feelings!
 
Kase_Petty said...
Apr. 21, 2016 at 9:08 am
This is a fantastic poem! You are a true poet!
 
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