I devour books
I love them
Sometimes,
I'm stuck in a book
I have to finish
I just can't put it down
If i put it down,
I will be lost
Everything will be gone
There will be no worth
I have nothing
without my books
They are my friends,
My enemies,
My humour,
My grief,
My delight,
and my envy of human contact
Everything I own
Is with my books
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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sounds like a trap near the end you know, there was almost some hope of escape there for a while. nifty poem, it flows well

