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