A Bookshelf

by -] ñØ òÑé [-   Feb 3, 2008


Another perpetual tale to complete this affliction
A bookshelf completing full and my discrete addiction
Volumes to mystified dreams and my old karaoke pasts
Dreams covered in dust and words that will never last

Long and broken were the many shards I had once known
Glorifying every schematic of what is and what's been gone
And though freedom of release became more a part in me
I realized some things should be kept for no one to see

And if I were to trace every wrinkle time could bestow
Upon the given life of a young man who'd never know
I think I could find my way back home to a better place
Contentment growing faster as the waters washed my face

Perhaps only an illusion or a sense of where I could hide
But though I'll never know, it's in the way I have tried
The lavishing strokes that could be stamped in my blood
Need not an eraser that could ever take away this flood

Might I one day descend falling deeper into that of Hell
Perhaps dampened eyes would still dry before I could yell
Perhaps demons would grab my coat tail and bid fairwell
Amongst the fiery pits I wonder what my words could tell

Would a tragic being be accepted into arms and embraced
Where once upon a journey he failed to ever catch his pace
And though everyday he wandered back to childhood memories
Better days adhered on the pages that destroyed his sanity

Now sitting with an old stale cigarette and dreams to free
I can flip back through pages of a person that was never me
And as I stamp yet another letter with my genuine john doe
I realize there's a bookshelf of a man I'll never really know

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  • 9 years ago

    by CWG

    Excellent poem and very well written. 5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by Sammerz

    This was really good i liked it alot
    Good job
    5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by TwistedAngel xx

    Wow i like it
    great job
    keep it up
    ^_^
    xx

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