Sitting Still; this spinning world

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: August 22, 2012

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Submitted: August 22, 2012



The world spins without me,

its left me as a statue in its constant movement.

The elements of the atmosphere beat down,

they wear on the polished look i once possessed.

The moss grows around my feet

as the time passes me.

People no longer gather in awe at my beauty,

they carry on with their previous  conversations,

Paying no mind to my cries of oppression

or yearning to be freed.

I am solidified in a museum full of other more glamorous artifacts.

I have become like cookie cutter houses in suburban environments.

I am only another eye sore to the vision of the passers by.

Standing alone

without home,

or friend,

or concubine.

This world has left me



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