Danya Qattea


Safe Place


My thoughts bounce around my head,
All of them beautiful,
All of them free.
I look at the people,
The things,
Around me
and sigh.
Everything will soon crumble and die.
No longer a favored or beautiful place.
Just forever there.
Forever waiting.
Forever safe.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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I had been thinking about something that one of my friends said to me. Inspiration had hit, and I had grabbed the first thing in sight: my folder. So, acting as if I was making the front design (I was in school) , I had written the whole thing down. My teacher saw it and freaked out, saying it was a great poem and should be made public. So here it is. Enjoy! !

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