My “You are” poem
You are the king of the kingdom, proudly conquering the 783rd ring on Saturn
You are the key to the frost but the devil to the flame
You are a lost sock not waiting to be found
You are the possibility of
A silent scream
A hot winter
And dry water
You are existing meaningfully but not living symbolically
You are the colour of an orange hidden in the earths layers
You are a bag full of vases trapped in a page of a book
You are the victim of a clown and a mime.
You are a moment in time that vanished
Just like as if a feather fell to the ground.
You are a character in a book that doesn’t know they are being controlled
Like a drop of water falling into nothingness.
You are a lonely grape that could brake any second like a lost star floating in mid space.
This is the best poem in the world.