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

A short poem that gives insights to our human mind

It is so quiet around here,
because, I want it to be.

But, it is still so loud in my head,
even if I don’t want it.

So, I took a peek inside
and it looks a huge web,
a web so complex,
like millions of tangled snakes in a dark room.
And, I am in the middle of the room.
My job is to detangle all of them,
so I can get out of this room.
Outside, where it’s bright and sorted,
where there are beautiful trees, 
and melody of birds singing, 
a waterfall you can hear from a distance.

That’s where I wanted to be.
But, I wasn’t there.
I was here in this room getting trapped,
in this web the more I’m trying to solve it

So, I pushed myself out of my head. 
Now, I’m here.
But, I can’t figure out the web is inside or outside 
I guess it is outside which we call life
Or no,
Maybe it is inside which we call mind

Submitted: February 14, 2019

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