Written by Jacob Ibrag
Changing places. I’ve grown out of this
space. If I stay, this routine will become the
beginning of my extinction. Choice stares into
my tired eyes, variety for the picking. Bones begin
to shake as my teeth get locked into a clench.
Anticipation. Never felt more alive in my
entire existence. Growth ensues from
within, killing the confusion I was
born and plagued with.
I love this.
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Very thought-provoking! β€
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Nice one
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Is this poem about wanting to get out of the place you’ve lived for so long because you feel trapped, in a way? You want to get away from routine and experience something new.
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That could definitely be a part of it.
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Evokes some tangible feels. Well done.
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Wow. This is brilliant.
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Reblogged this on St. Rushmore.
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Really enjoyed that.
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Fine posts. Beautiful blog…..
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Hi, Jacob! This is a really nice poem of yours. This resonates with what I’m feeling at this juncture in life — and likely does with many people, rightabout now.
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Thank you very much π
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