Insignificance
Am I the only one that feels this way?
By Emily EricsonPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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The size of a marble may lead one to infer
That the world will fall off the edge
Of a pointy cliff and into the abyss of nothingness.
The minuscule cells of a four-leaf clover
Can still feel misplaced
In the midst of a plentiful meadow full of fortune.
Am I the only one that feels this way sometimes?
The sun in its almighty capacity is vulnerable
In the seclusion of its orbiting congregation
With the simple chance of consumption
From a nearby galaxy light years away.
A fly's million eyes can capture
The intricate details of a rusted nail
That sticks out of a wooden box that holds
Items of sentiment but not of worth.
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Emily Ericson
I'm an aspiring writer with many stories and opinions to give along with much knowledge to share.
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