Flip. Flip. Flip.
Flipping pages
Back and forth
Forward, backwards
Future, past
Do I keep turning pages
Or stop here, intact
Fear of what may come
Fear of what may not
Fear
Flip. flip. stop.
Im aware of the beginning
Blank pages at the end
Keeps my head spinning
The words seem to blend
Flip. flip. flip.....STOP.
...a new chapter
i think this pretty much sums up your current thought process, perfectly :) I love the imagery this poem creates as well as your ability to properly execute phrase repetition. it is powerfully done. i've never been that great at doing that so i admire/envy it!! lol.
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