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Ode to the Poor, Sad Bookmark

Poetry By: Jack Reiss
Poetry



A poor bookmark describes the pain of its life.


Submitted:Jul 26, 2011    Reads: 28    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


What is the point in life?

What is the point in life when

I am continuously smashed between

the inside of a book?

At first I am set aside,

to rest,

until yet again

I am picked back up

to be firmly placed between the two pages

with maximum impact following close behind.

The pages close together,

furthermore crushing me.

Where is the humanity?!

O how rough and degrading it is

for a poor little bookmark like me.





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