The In Between

Between my worn binding and dog eared pages
lives the shattered remnants
of dreams I thought could withstand 

several thousand ages
the ink of who I used to be
smeared across my face,
written in cursive for all who dare to read.
Somewhere in between,
broken souls had my truths erased,
damage I never saw coming,
as they marveled at my wordy melodies.
Tears will never come,
because the age has dried my paper
and when I needed someone to lean on,
the book end was moved away.
The spider's webs are my safety,
as curious fingertips thumb through my friends,
the sticky spider's threads keep them at bay,
I've had enough of being searched today. 
A day may come when someone thumbs through me
like a treasure, a gentle touch,
like an antique of wisdom's day,
for now I'm caught in the in between.  

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, lovely sentiments that I relate to at the moment. That feeling of being in limbo. I've missed reading your work, Aramey. It is always wonderful reading you my friend. Be blessed.

Love, ~Ev

[Aramey]

And I have missed you Ev~ it's so nice to hear from you again.

[Everett DeValle]

Aramey! Missed you as well. :)