Home Once More

The clicking of keyboards
The murmur of voices
The rustle of paper
The scritching of pencils

Light, shining through windows
Laughter, exchanged between friends
Words, more than one could imagine
Worlds, coming alive in my hands

The library is my safe space
I know it inside and out
No matter which one I enter
I recognize the atmosphere

Of quiet
And peace
And ease
And happiness

I slip into it
As if I am donning a cloak
And smile to myself
For I am home once more
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Dramatic456

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  • Poetry

    By Dramatic456

    What I Can't See

    The world looks odd without my glasses.
    I can see the details on my lunchbox
    and the tiniest specks on my computer,
    but I could not tell you
    what is written on the menu
    or what that poster on the wall says.

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  • Poetry

    By Dramatic456

    tired

    i'm tired
    it's an exhaustion that permeates my attempts to clear my mind
    wrings me out like an old washcloth
    leaves me feeling almost empty

    i'm falling asleep
    and every time I shut my eyes
    i lose a little bit more of myself

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  • Poetry

    By Dramatic456

    i am a universe

    if i am a universe
    then the stars are my personality
    the greatest forces
    in this whirling mass
    making me who i am
    so many aspects
    so varied, so scattered
    creating a shining light
    displayed for all to see

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