Reading Alone

AN introvert's paradise.

A book in my hands, my eyes scan close,

A lovely and perfect comfort dose.

A book on my lap and a dim light to read,

And a cup of coffee is all I need.

Away from the past, hiding from the future,

To my heart, it is a beautiful departure.

Lost in those words, all alone,

Even though just words, they have a tone.

Reading through the night,

The moonlight is pretty bright.

Feeling their emotions, meeting them again,

Is something that can't be disheartened even by the rain.

I can feel myself interested,

By the future of those to whom I'm invested.

No matter how bad the tragedy, 

It's always replaced by comedy.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I don't read as much these days as I used to. As a teenager I was a bookworm. Borrowed five books a week from the mobile library and read them all in my bedroom my, safe haven. I never felt alone in the company of a book. Totally engrossed in the story line and the characters. I never felt alone, in fact at times felt irritated if I was interrupted. You took me back. I was happy to travel. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.

Chris

[Robert Haigh]

A good book can be a good companion. I love to read. Sometimes being alone in a quiet place with an interesting book is all we need. Nicely penned.