The World's Line

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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Submitted: September 29, 2018



You live in a world that’s thin. A thin line that’s hardly a win. Sometimes your awake; Sometimes you need a good shake. The world is day and dark, The light might leave its mark. People get into their heads, While lying still, alone in their beds. The ones you look up to Come crashing down on you. Where is the light? What’s the need to fight? Someone needs to hold your hand, To make you feel grand! Instead you feel lost in a sea of lies, Is there one looking for your eyes? You cry with great sorrow, And your heart feels hollow. You smile so no one sees your pain, But one does see past your stains.

They find the spark of hope, They allow you’re heart to cope.

All you have is given to them, Trust becomes part of your stem.

Suddenly they leave.

All you can do is grieve. Everyone tries to comfort you. They only can’t stand the view. You wish they were sincere, But you don’t want anyone near. The story repeats again,

You sigh and count to ten. It’s not over yet so you leap,

Knowing not to fall too deep. You tumble and fall,

And enjoy it all, Your heart is higher than the moon, Braced for the upcoming doom.

You close your eyes, You don’t realize You’re not quite lost. But love always does have a cost.

Something good must be nigh,

You’re a good person waiting to fly But that’s the way the story goes, Why it is, no one knows. Every time you rise you fall; Then you can choose to stand tall.

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