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,
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.