Our own worlds are not so
important
as we might sometimes imagine.
When all that we
adore
isn't even a thought
to those we hold most dear.
That's how worlds are;
massive if they belong to us,
meaningless if they belong to
another.
Heartbreaking is the
realization
that we are part of that world,
precious only to ourselves,
meaningless to the one we
want so badly to
belong to.
Our own worlds are not so
important
as we might sometimes hope.
When we wake one day
to find that the
world we have made is
missing
the one thing that might make it
worth living in.
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The Land of Midian: A Poetry Collection
PoetryRandom bits of poetry from various stages of my life. Some are from my high school days. Others are narrative poetry that tell a story. All of them are pieces of my life that followed me through to where I am today.
