Books

...random write, not serious

A single tear

Had escaped me.

My promise

Broken.

 

Failure

The salty taste filled my

Mouth.

 

My nose

Burned from the smoke

Of what I had

Loved.

 

Not a single

Page.

Paragraph.

Sentence.

Word.

Left to be seen

 

Only the

Fire.

 

All consuming

Evil for this purpose

The purpose of

Destruction.

 

The destruction

I let

Happen.

 

I am so sorry

My precious

Books.

Stories.

Thoughts.

 

If only

Paper was not

Flammable.

 

I know

Your metal successor

Will be

Cold.

Author's Note

ok i know this sounds weird but let me explain i love books the way they are and i don't want the new e reader crap, and my friend was being mean talking about burning books to make way for the kindle so i wrote this.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to read your words again. I agree with you. I have over a thousand books in my house. The Kosinski, Hemingway and Shute are necessary to keep my peace. Books are honor guests when we hold them in our hands and enjoy the words. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote