Thursday, 12 March 2015

***NEW POEM*** Bookaholic

 

 

What is it about books?

They stir and brew

Creating pointed claws

And act like steel hooks

They take your emotions

Pulling you deep within

Confuse you, infuse you

With power and potions

The imagination’s to blame

Wild as it maybe

Something we can’t control

Awaiting to inflame

Whether it be crime

Or a hearty romance

Words to laugh at

What a way to spend time

Escapism or real life

Out of our bubble

Is something we seek

Yet still cause strife

That world is not our own

Sometimes wishing it was

Conjuring up visions

Knowing we’re not alone

 

 

 

(c) A J Walters, 2015

 

 

 

 

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