The last page is turned over, and there is silence,
As you sit still, blinking in a sorrowful confusion.
Dull and senseless; tottering drowsily
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wow i used to read reams and reams, it was escapism, but recently ive begun to enjoy my life, so i havent read much in a while. I have to admit, and only true readers can, that secretly i like those worlds better, and to have a few hours with a really good book is brilliant. When reading a really good book, i always try 2 read slowly, to prolong the experience but sometimes i get so absorbed i speed read and then its 'THE END' amazing poem, and an interesting subject! -x-
Happiness for some is in the pursuit. For others it is in the satisfaction of what is done. Some of us, like me, always hurry to get something done and then being happy that it is done and I can go on to something else. Your poem presents a good argument for going slower and enjoying the silence afterwards. I will want to read it again - later and pursue its deeper meanings.