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Treasure

April 28, 2022
By mallorymcdonnell GOLD, Louisville, Kentucky
mallorymcdonnell GOLD, Louisville, Kentucky
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In the middle of the night,

a light comes from my room

as I lay against my pillow,

with a treasure in my hand.

It’s not gold or anything expensive,

but something that helps me escape reality.

If you listen carefully,

you can hear the rustle of the pages

as I lose myself to being sucked into a world

where only fantasy exists.

It’s a place where in the middle of the night,

I feel safe and, in a place, I call home.

It’s difficult to come back out to the place,

where I must face reality.


The author's comments:

this poem is about books, because i love to read.


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