I sit there reading my book
And suddenly I am no longer there.
I have slipped helplessly,
Slipped involuntarily
Into the words on the page
Taking me to the life
That the author has created.
It could be a world of mystery,
Of love or hate,
Of humour or sadness,
But I am out of my body
Enjoying that life,
Created for me to read.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: September 28th, 2025 01:00
- Comment from author about the poem: I have been lost in countless places by reading books.
- Category: Reflection
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