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A 16 line poem about the cycle readers can face when reading to escape reality. |
| Sometimes I like to open a book Especially on days I am sad. They make good masks that hide my face, Hide my tears, and why I am mad. By reading a book I can get lost And forget all of my worldly care, As I worry more about the protagonist, Who is falling now into despair. This reminds me again of reality, And again of why I was reading, How foolish to think I could hide who I was! But I turn the page, to the end I’m proceeding. With the final sentence I think "What a good book!" The hero overcame his fears. But when I realize this was not me, My eyes well up with tears. |