It's a Book

Each page is a date

The front is birth

and the back is death

the binding, no matter how thick or thin,

It is a book

Hieghtened anxiety before the cover

and praying for answers after.

page after page 

chapters to chapters, 

wasted ink and time

to know what happens when

the book is finished

when only half way through.

Instead live each word's moment

Desire and long, not,

for things after the book

is closed.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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