like unread Library Books
want to spend time with me,
but I say, “No.”
There is a reason why
you are lonely
you are unread.
I don’t want to hear your story
I have my own to ponder.
The forgotten books of wisdom
are forgotten for a reason.
The great books
that aren’t read
There is nothing sacred.
We can’t love, what doesn’t speak to us
I can, but…
the seconds are stolen from me.
People who don’t appreciate Poetry
They are waiting for what poetry is supposed to do
The lonely heart knows, it’s them—
and this truth
hurts even more
than an arrow that pierces straight through.
They are angry, they aren’t read
they hate to spend time with themselves.
A good book can be read for hours…