Matchsticks. Poem by Maitanah Adrian
Matchsticks.
I am as alone as a matchstick
In a box full of matches...
I sometimes imagine getting out of the box,
Lighting myself up
Then spreading the fire to all the other matchsticks...
What a fire! ! ! ! I think to myself-
Probably its no fire at all to you and others.
But i have been living in a matchbox,
It's big to me.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
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4/30/2024 5:47:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
am in the crowd but still alone Maitanah,its amazingly crafted
Thank you... I know the feeling...