Snow-globes.A Poem by rachLately, I have come to feel like my world is contained in a snow globe on a child's bedroom shelf. Every time the dust settles to the ground its shaken around again. When I was a child, I thought, that when I grew up I would just know; How to handle any situation. How to maintain complete control. Someone said that life is like a roller coaster, I disagree. My whole world is. Travelling at 66,600 mph and spinning at 1,000 leaves everything unstable. I never learnt how to gain control. Its foolish to have ever thought I could. But what I learnt from society, is how to pretend, and fool the next generation.
© 2014 rachAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
418 Views
6 Reviews Added on November 23, 2014 Last Updated on November 23, 2014 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|