Sometimes I wondered
If anyone would search for me
If I ever disappeared
I guess the answer would be
No
Seeing as I was already so lost
In the world
And the people
And
No
One tried to find me then
And occasionally I would think
About the questions people ask themselves
Whether they could make it
Or fit in
Be attractive
Or happy
So many led astray by their own quick
Yes's
Left to realize the world's answer:
No
YOU ARE READING
In Anise's World
PoetryIt was scorching outside Heat made vision waver And Blood simmer She sat neutral, like water For everyone else at the mercy Of the Sun Realizing one day would come When she would boil over, sitting still
