The last page is turned over, and there is silence,
As you sit still, blinking in a sorrowful confusion.
Dull and senseless; tottering drowsily
Your body functions slowly and mechanically.
You look around the world, the common reality,
Like you would look at a picture book.
It is stark and flat, and the colors are all wrong,
And the words don’t match the pictures.
There is a longing at the bottom of your stomach,
To go back, to that place you spent hours in.
Your mind tells you that that was really the reality,
That this pale world is a dream that will pass.
But you know, with a pang of sadness,
That once the cover’s shut, it is over.
And no matter how you loved that world,
It is evaporated and dissolved into THE END.
Sophia White
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-the-cover-s-shut/
