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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.

surreal poetry
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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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